Sitting up on the roof
Sneaking a smoke by the chimney
Checking out the moon
And the city lights
Sara lifts a hand, rubbing it over her neck anxiously. It doesn’t matter how many times it happens, whenever she picks up the phone and hears his voice, she packs a bag and gets the first flight out.
They always met in a different place, and she
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