a scent like jasmines stops me at a vine flowing over a fence. I nose my face into the white flowers. A few breaths later, I turn back to the sidewalk. A drop of rain catches on my bottom lip, and I lick it - salty. Resuming a brisk walk, I turn the corner.
Lucky I wasn't mugged!
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