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Tables are everywhere. I don't know why I say the first instinctual phrase that comes to my mind, because clearly tables are not everywhere.
They are in a select few rooms where currently there are
dumpster-found books piled high because my roommates thought they
could redeem them for cash.
Little did they know they have to actively move
them off the table first.
What is there to say about a barber?
I mean, really.
Barber's ultimately don't exist where I come from.
Why would they
when the finest haircut in town
comes from the Great Clips
next to the obtrusive
Walmart that reigns
on the isolated slab of
concrete.
You and I sat on a bench, holding hands. Full of love and hope and optimism as we sat in the park in New York City. A dream come true, being next to you, blowing on my hot coffee. We looked at the old couple across from us, clearly in love. We were going to be them. We knew it.