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On the bus

There are certain rainy evenings that reminds me of when I first moved to New York. Everything was new—even that it got dark early was thrilling. I loved that every street, every block had something I'd never seen before. It was the pleasurable loneliness of being a stranger-by-choice, the scary pleasure of not knowing what my life was going to be.
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