Wrapping his head around it
Frank let the gym door close softly behind him, the creak echoing in the quiet. He muttered, “A prank?” though it didn’t look like the usual messy student jokes he’d seen before.
This was organized, precise, even artistic. The umbrellas weren’t scattered at random. Someone had placed them carefully, with intention. He stepped cautiously forward, weaving between the colorful canopies.
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