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that. He knew he had to get home in two hours and that getting off the
bridge would take at least an hour. Surreal , Brandon thought,
overpowers real . So he indulged in the beauty that was before him,
throwing away all the thoughts of time. However, even with all the
willpower in the galaxy, there was no stopping time, despite time being
simply a social construct created by man. The sad truth was that not
even Brandon, who felt invincible at the top of the bridge, could escape
the society he was a part of. When the clock struck midnight, his phone
buzzed and Brandon was rudely slapped by reality's cold hand. He
picked up the phone, answered it and faced the harsh words of his
mother blaring almost as loudly as the cars below him.
"Goodbye my gorgeous evening, forever will you be in my mind."
Brandon hesitantly spoke as his delicate hands took the last picture of
the night. Time was back to haunt him, making him rush to go down the
bridge as soon as possible. With only a couple feet off the ground, time
caused Brandon to lose his grip of the bridge and he fell about 3 feet
onto the ground. It wasn't hitting the ground that hurt him the most

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