Nina roars.
Spring again
The air has a smell again, a smell besides just cold. They left the bar and lingered on the sidewalk instead of running to the car, leaning on the telephone pole to have that talk they’d been meaning to have. I shut the window, but I could still hear them. It’s funny how this city tricks you into feeling alone when you never are. I shut the window to shut them out and it was too hot in my apartment. Spring is here.
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