Looking at pictures of you late into the night just made it more apparent that you weren't there. So I shut my laptop, turned off my phone, and went to the bar.
At the bar I stared into my drink. It told me that we were both libras, so I drank it to shut it up and went for a walk.
On my walk every window wanted to take my picture naked. I told them that privilege was reserved for you (unless they had $50 an hour), and I put up my hood.
Inside my hood I felt warm, safe, and comforted, which led me to reminisce about you.
Tuesday sucks.
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