Someday we will forget where we are. What town it is. What time it is. What day it is. What we have to do. Where we have to be. Nothing will matter and everything will matter, all at once. We'll dance through the rain strewn street to the stereo music in our heads and laugh at the people laughing at us. You will pull me through the neon playground of a city that I have never been in or will ever be again.

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