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High in a sixteenth story window on the outskirts of Tifton, a feather pillow was being fluffed in the early evening air. So vigorously was it shaken that the delicate cotton caught against the iron rung of the balcony and tore, spilling its contents into the teeming street below.
For most, the sudden and silent fall went unnoticed, but there was one who stood beneath it, his face upturned and wearing an expression of delight. Behind him, the open door of the corner grocery blasted perfectly regulated cold into the night, and for a moment, Fraser could feel cold on the back of his ears, and see white in the sky above him.
Looking perfectly content, the tremors in his heavily laden arms were the only indication that he'd been standing in the same doorway with his groceries for well on seven minutes. When a head of brocolli fell from his bag onto his booted toes, Fraser didn't even blink.
For most, the sudden and silent fall went unnoticed, but there was one who stood beneath it, his face upturned and wearing an expression of delight. Behind him, the open door of the corner grocery blasted perfectly regulated cold into the night, and for a moment, Fraser could feel cold on the back of his ears, and see white in the sky above him.
Looking perfectly content, the tremors in his heavily laden arms were the only indication that he'd been standing in the same doorway with his groceries for well on seven minutes. When a head of brocolli fell from his bag onto his booted toes, Fraser didn't even blink.