Out on the balcony, we looked down at the dark, the red lights passing every once in a while, timed with the changing of the lights at the intersection a half mile away. I wondered about this night, suddenly filled with the remembrance of crystalline breath out of the mouths of new friends. We were so alive. I was so alive. I thought, though, of,
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