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Jay's POVSkies were always pretty—humane, to be specific. They cried every time it felt heavy and unsettling. My eyes settled on the dark clouds that had crowned the city, ready to pour and disappear into thin air and act like its bright, shiny self in a new life. I wish I was like them. Clouds were those thoughts that the sky wanted to let go of, might last a few days but not so long to stop the sun from shining.After every successful attempt to bring Mrs. Park down, my mind couldn't get the peace it longed for, she had