I broke my glass. It slipped under my clammy hands and came crashing down the floor with fragments mutilating ants on its wake. Poor ants. Squish. Squish. I absently sipped the lukewarm caramel-macchiato and ponder if the broken glass an omen of my non-existent lovelife.
People are panicking. I passed by a girl tearing her doll's hair. Tip. Tap. It started drizzling. I need water.
Waves crushing the reef barrier. Guess this whirlwind will do justice to my existential anguish.
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