It was too late for that. Her apartment was nice, well kept. She shared it with two other roommates, neither of which were home at the time. I walked ...ver to the window, and looked down upon the city we had so recently been a part of. It looked cold, bleak, and yet still alive, neon lights glittering against the rain as it fell downward. I felt, in an odd way, like I belonged. ‘Would you like anything with your coffee?’ she asked, breaking the silence. I honestly can’t remember what I replied.. . 17 to 2, which, as we mutually agreed, is sweet for a filly out of Starbucket by way of Mr. Stud.”“This is accurate so far as the history of your recollection is concerned.”“Thank you, goodbye.”
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