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I wander the lonely streets; the cold breeze whipping through my hair.

The scattered luminescent streetlights guide the way to my favorite spot.

I stop at the top of the bridge and lean over the railing.

I watch the water rush underneath the bridge thinking about what it would be like to join the river on its journey.

I sit on a bench and lay my head back watching the stars.

I pull out a cigarette and light it taking a long drag before finally blowing out.

"Mind if I have one?" a voice calls out causing me to jump.

I look up and find the mystery boy hovering over me.

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