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no sleep in nyc

harry; escaping his leash.
his golden fur zooming past boulevard 7.
running so quick; harry stops so sudden.
looking up hazily, i am suddenly blinded.

no, not because of the city lights.
she was gorgeous; a smile so ethereal, so bright.
harry, you smart little retriever, a romantic i see? with her image in my head, i felt it. keeping me awake for days.

what's sleep in nyc anyways?

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