Taking off his round spectacles, he gave them an absentminded scrub on the end of his shirt and replaced them. The blurry outline of his head gazed up at him. His ears, ever poking out like ridiculous wings, made his silhouette unmistakable. He sighed, a moment of clarity washing over him. Straightening up, he stretched and looked about. The lightless and sleeping windows surrounding him watched with dark obscurity. Go home, he thought, and turned around. A mist was rising from the earth as the summer rain evaporated in the morning. Through the fog, Clarence saw a dark figure waiting.
Clarence
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