September 6, 2013

That October, on the first night with them, I hardly thought of you. You left a voicemail and threw your wallet from the Bloor Viaduct.

That rancid summer, the summer you rode those yellow community bicycles, we climbed to the top of the malt plant with a couple of other people.

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