Inspecting the umbrellas
Back in the gym, Frank walked slowly between the umbrellas, careful not to bump into them. Each one stood upright like it had been measured into place.
Some carried sports logos, others had patterns or inspiring words. One umbrella read, “Be still in the storm,” scribbled faintly in marker. He leaned closer, frowning. This wasn’t a prank—it felt like a message.
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