book. peace. piece of book.

The night he leaves, again, she departs from the primary lights of Times Square. Through the theatre district, past faces of strangers who make livings dancing on stage; and she returns to the east side. On the east side, there’s a sushi restaurant she used to eat at, when she lived in Tudor City - next to the United Nations. She liked that apartment, eighteen stories up. Waking up on a sunny morning to a wavy row of flags that somehow felt...
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