I had been walking the empty streets of K. for hours. It was June, and it was supposed to be rainning. But I got lucky, it was sunny in the day and a bit chilled in the evening.
There was something surreal about wandering the streets in a strange city at night. It felt like I could fall in love with anyone and anything instantly for no reason. I thought of you often, I even missed you sometimes. But never for a moment I wished that you were there with me. I sent you a message, telling you my feet hurted, and you told me to soak them in hot water before heading back to the streets again.
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