Friday, September 23, 2005
Last night I was getting ready for bed. My windows were open to let the cool almost fall air in. All of a sudden I heard something. I stopped moving, paid some more attention. I heard singing, love songs being bellowed from the street below. I walked towards my window to see if I can see the love sick person. Looking down, I see a man, dressed in leather pants and a leather coat, 50’s-ish hair, under the street lamp. I watched him, wondering what more he would sing. But he stopped and walked away.
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