This will be down by tomorrow--EW EW EW EW

I'm embarrassed because the story did not come out the way I wanted it to, but I don't even remember how I wanted it to come out really. The feeling is off and my grammar is off. Bear with it for now.

The Destroyer by Pauline Hsia

He put on his rubber rain coat again, only on Sundays, which has the power to slow passersby down; after all, he was a towering yellow-human-traffic-light. And he prefers to walk down streets as if he was dying. How does a dying man walk? With a confident yet lethargic gait with a slight hesitation at the hip. His usual pattern consisted of two long strides and a hop with the ends of his rain coat flapping. Bystanders, men and women alike, confess that there’s a nervous energy about him, physically drawing them in as if he was some kind of vortex. Though, they say it’s due to charisma, the hesitation at the hip says otherwise.

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Can I also say the flow is off because I was writing separate parts and rushed to sew them together. ERGLES!