On Tuesday night I walked to a bar (my favorite so far) to meet a Canadian Man Whore (CMW). This was playing in my ears, I passed the colorful row houses drenched with hydrangeas on their doorsteps, and the bars and shops were buzzing. Against my skin i felt just-the-right-amount-of-warm summer night air breeze by. And all was right in the world!
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