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Prompt #2: Middles
In the middle of the night, he sat in the middle of an arch formed by the branches of two large oak trees, in the middle of another pointless argument with himself.
He already knew what he was going to do. Why on earth did his conscience insist on continuing to incite debate?
Because you know what you're going to do. You know precisely what you're going to do.
Oh, right. That.
He leaned back against the trunk of one of the trees and sighed.
You know, for someone who never wanted to get in the middle of things--
He could have laughed.
He didn't.