Sunday, April 7, 2013

Lauren, Devon, and I biked down to the water last Thursday night. Zak led the way on his long board, his silhouette weaving down the streets glowed by yellowing street lamps. My pockets were stuffed with crumpled cigarettes and a small flask of cheap vodka. The feeling of cold air and adventure on my lips made me clench my teeth.

"This reminds me of the kind of stuff I used to do in high school."

"Feels nice, doesn't it?"

We climbed to the top of an abandoned train and sat, taking a moment to absorb the quiet darkness. 

Devon kissed me on the mouth and it felt soft and cold and genuine.

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