Monday, June 10, 2019

Night

I am sitting on a park bench in my apartment complex. It's a nice enough night. Cool. Next to this bench is another bench. A couple is sitting there discussing commute time. Earlier, I spoke with my father, my mother, and a friend. Things feel strange.

Have to start clearing space now. 

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