mark stepped onto the crack on the sidewalk, and for the moment, the world seemed to stop. it always did when he got to stand still, something that his life didn't often allow. he was always moving, always jumping, bouncing, as one might say, to the next thing.

maybe that was where the problem started.

maybe that - no. there was no way it was mark's fault, because after all, lives weren't mark's to maintain.

and it's not like he'd lost someone anyways.

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