Essays in Existentialism: Stud II

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It was huge. Monstrous and huge and familiar. But, as Clarke sat in the car and looked up from the window at the fixture in the skyline, she felt as if she’d never noticed it completely before now. Glowing in the dark from the lights around it, the windows were like jack-o-lantern teeth from the late night workers and random careless employees. 

It was one of the biggest in the city, and it was Lexa’s. Mostly Lexa’s. Partly Lexa’s. The enormity of it was dizzying. And still, Clarke sat in the car and stared as if it was her first time.

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