Walking home and I wanted one more because it was early yet and also because I am greedy and I always want one more, if we're being honest. And so treated myself to what I wanted, because we cannot be puritans all the time or we'd have nothing to write about. Sitting and feeling the wine roll on my tongue, the words rolling off, smooth talker and my face already sore from laughing. And we went to the bathroom and styled your hair because it was that kind of night. I got kicked out of a Denny's once for doing that but we're grown-ups now and also this is Europe and perhaps a little water splashed in the bathroom at the end of the night is no big deal. One more one more and I caught myself in the middle of a story that had no end and so time to go. Then walking home something small and cold flew into my mouth and I almost spit it out before I realized it was snow, because evenings end but winter is apparently forever.
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