When he looked up, the sky was jade, but the tone didn’t stay put; turned bluish in a blink and then a tinge of red with shreds of light searing across, mesmerizing him to argue if it was daybreak or dusk while he was actually gazing at the ceiling on a dumped, drunk, morose evening.

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