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i've been going to bed late these past few weeks.

but no matter how late i am, someone in the next building over is always up as well. sometimes it is the people on the first floor, occasionally the second, most often the third.

i have an odd sense of kinship with them, sort of like the feeling you get when on a long drive. the way you start to think the blue volvo in the next lane is a good friend, just because they've been in your rearview for the past hundred miles.

i sit on the porch, smoking the nightly cigarette, and think happy thoughts about the lot of us. nothing specific, just general happiness.

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