Sauntering home on a warm night, with dreamy bossa nova playing on the radio as rain lightly falls upon your head. Everything lit in the warm yellow glow of successive faux Victorian cast iron street lamps. The smell of thunderstorms permeates the air as the people pass by, as oblivious to you as you are to them. You have nothing to do, nowhere to be. If only for a fleeting moment, you are at peace with the world.

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