Carlton Fogg the mist-maker sat forlornly upon the bench. His long-time relationship with Dew was over. How could she cheat on him? he mused. And with Breezy Zephyr of all people.
His heart broken, Carlton sat, his tiny droplets of moisture coalescing around him, not as mist but a torrent.
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Padre
Bravo!
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I feel for Fogg.
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Poor Fogg. An excellent take on the prompt.
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