One that has lasted well into the morning hours. Sitting around with old friends, sipping coffee, talking, laughing, picking on one-another’s neglect for the english language. Smoking cigarettes while yearning for colder days to come. The end of fall is near, but it hasn’t yet begun. This town is strange like that, transitions are too quick. The ice that boils in my bitter-sweet tea.
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It was really cool having you there…Now that you are a night owl, we are gonna have some fun.