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we found our own little piece of the world, walking back last night, still drunk enough that the stars spun when we layed down. i carried my shoes in one hand, a cigarette in the other, and the water was too pretty to just walk past. we sat down near the shore, nestled underneath a grove of trees, behind the restaurant made of an old train and in between two bridges. he pointed out the big dipper, almost right above us, i looked for the little dipper but never found it. it was hazy out, humid, earlier the air had seemed a little too thick to breathe. we curled together, tangled up, our bodies fit so perfectly. he said, i love kissing you. he said, you make me happy. i said something like, me too.