keep it running while we link arms and run down these lit up streets together, our feet a blur on the sidewalk, skipping over cracks and potholes and painted lines, wind cutting across our faces, the cold slipping in underneath the fabric of our shirts and stars that blink above layers and layers of clouds. keep it running while we order greasy food from a store that runs all night long filled with people and warm food and condensation on the glass and tip cups made out of styrofoam and plastic bags that are handed to you with extra ketchup on the side, please and thank you. keep it running, we're just going to sit here for a bit, our hands skimming over dark wood turning red from the lighting, legs getting stuck against leather seats, and tell each other stories that are mostly true and find out things that we didn't know before, find out things about ourselves. keep it running, we'll be a while.
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