09 April 2011

hoooooooooot

this night we acted half our age. left numbers on napkins and walked home with that particular demographic of night owls wavering on subway platforms. everyone on the train at that hour is treating it like their own room - there is no choice. i usually run home, for the last two blocks, to my door, ecstatic at whatever, the dawn, the night, my jog, this girl, etc.

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