When you climb in your bed at 8:14 p.m., the light of day still peeking through the windows, the Friday night concert still going on at the Green across the street, and on your lap is a book of cliche, yet you don't really seem to mind, and when you turn out the light you think "I wonder if I will hear the concert end?" and then, you don't.
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