Words were coming to his mind, but none of them was the one he was looking for. The stream of flashing images, symbols, forms, thoughts and opinions passed by his awareness but none of them was the meaning he was looking for. It was as if someone was hectically looking for a key in a wardrobe full of drawers completely filled with LEGO pieces. After a minute of digging through his memory, he gave up, giving out a loud gasp.
He was walking down the busy main street. As the evening came the street lamps went on, and the whole street had a radiant yellowish feel. People were walking in groups, more often than not, girls all dressed up and guys with their eyes on the quick lay. The whole atmosphere reeked of sexual tension, or maybe it was just him projecting it. But one could not not notice all the testosterone staring around.
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