of silence and hope that their souls are in a better place.”
As though someone turned the volume of life off, Triccoli fell into silence. The streets that were filled with honks and hoots were now dead silent. The entire Triccoli was at a standstill.
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Everything except Scotty and Fidel it would seem. Rushing through the streets in their shared car to get to the stadium, they were fortunate enough to find that almost everyone was already at the stadium. This made traffic very easy flowing.
As they passed through downtown Triccoli Fidel weaved his way through alleyways to avoid the constant start-stop nature traffic lights brought to any driver trying to get from one point to another.
“Scott, this is your fault,” complained Fidel as he swerved passed an empty crate that was left in the