BUT THAT NIGHT, THE PARTIES
WERE ALL CANCELED. EVERYONE
WAS TAKING THE NIGHT OFF OR
EVERYONE HAD WORK BUT ME THE
NEXT DAY. WHAT WAS I TO EVEN DO
WITH MY TIME. LAUGHING AT MY
CYNICISM, I HOP ON MY BIKE AND
TRACK DOWN THE SUN. THESE
WERE THE NIGHTS I CRAVED. THE
GOLDEN HOUR COMES AND GOES IN
ALL ITS GLORY AND I WAIT PATIENLY
ALONE FOR THE BLUE HUES TO
DANCE ACROSS THE WATERS. IT’S
THE SPLIT MOMENTS, THE SHORT
PROBABLY 7 MINUTES WHEN THE
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