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08.04.02, sunday pre-dawn

Sometimes I can't tell if I like the people here in the City, especially when I go to clubs or bars. Sometimes they seem very Victorian. Very prudish, like they're looking behind invisible fans. Not sexy, only brittle-glamourous. Those are the times I want to run to a donut shop, notebook in hand, to scribble notes for my next short story while drinking burnt coffee, fingers maple-sticky. Why be stuck-up over sugar twists and cinnamon buns, huh? Glazed or powdered is the question at this time of night, this my-kinda-place...


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