If I just walk, with no particular intention, I end up at your department. I get there and I am shocked at myself. Normally I just check to see if the bike is there. It sees me and remembers our fun. It looks sad. I understand what it is like to be sad. I am sad in the middle of me. You won't come out for me, but will you wait? You have waited a long time.
posted by harry at
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