IPOD
RADIO
He walks alone on an empty street. The morning sun, distracted by the leaves on the trees, adores and forgets him in turns. He hunches his shoulders against the cold world and watches the pavement pass below him. He mouths the words to the song in his ears. He thinks about the girl in his dreams last night and the one he hopes to see today. He tries to decide what kind of man he is as he strides into another lonely day.
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