It's dark; it's cold; it's hardly eight-thirty, and there are people staggering about in the street below my window. They are laughing; they are singing; they are shouting - though not at the top of their lungs - and I am highly amused. So unlike my quiet college back home ... :)
Sounds like New York :)
ReplyDeletelol really? How's New York, Bess? Busy?
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