Return to the city, again, again, returns upon returns, forever a grateful reunion, through the bowels of Penn Station labyrinths, through snowy avenues and tingling skyscrapers, how many times can you see this city as if for the first time and love it as if you'd never known a life without it? The gift is not lost on you.
He says stay another night, says stay another lifetime, says Life doesn't have to be as hard as you make it, and you don't know how to trudge through a life if it's not heavy. Look at apartment listings and wonder if it's a mistake. You were never better than when you lived in a suitcase.
There was a time when you thought that made your cursed.
You're starting to think it's a gift you wouldn't have known to ask for.
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