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  • East side of Bowery between Stanton and Rivington

    What a glorious night we had. You don't normally go so far downtown, or our lips would have never met, but something felt different that night. It's why you said yes to your co-workers who go out every Friday night after work. It's why you said yes to the guy at the end of the bar when he asked you if you wanted to go somewhere else. It's why you said yes to me when the bartender offered me up on the house, even though you had already drank too much.

    The music was strong and loud, we swayed in time together, your grip holding me so tight. The heat was getting to you so we stumbled out onto the sidewalk for some air. You forgot you were holding me when you noticed a cop was walking down the other side of the street. In a furtive drunken move, you tossed me to the side where my remaining contents seeped out onto the sidewalk. I lay there until morning, a foolish grin on my face, giddy with the memories we had just made.
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