at three in the morning i walked alone on the sidewalk to my car, avoiding puddles in my urgent perambulation through the rain.

at sixthirty in the morning i walked alone on the sidewalk back to my room, and i made sure to jump in every single puddle along the way. i didn't want to waste one drop of that deliciously cold water that felt so refreshingly real, soaking my entire bottom half. i smiled and sloshed, and i decided that it had been a good night.

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