Midnight: briskly walking downtown.
We swiftly pass through the streets. City nightlife sure is crowded; the sidewalk across the intersection is crammed with people, all edging their way inside the cinema.

"That's a fuckload of people," he mutters.

I look up at him. "Aren't you glad you're not on that side of the street?"

"Yes, most definitely." He grins at me.

We walk on. 8th St., 9th St., 10th St...each street has their own bus station. I inwardly remind myself how grateful I am to live in a city where public transportation is so readily available.

"Oh, look at the depraved youth." I shake my head at the teens loitering at the escalator.

His brow furrows. "Depraved youth? We ARE the depraved youth."
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