(bxb)in love with him
I keep away from the pools of light under the street lamps, but it seems an unnecessary precaution, since the figure ahead of me never looks back.
We reach the end of our neighborhood, and five-store shabby buildings replace the neat private houses and clean lawns. I don’t like this part of the town. It’s nasty enough during the day, let alone at night. There’s a bowling place nearby that I’ve been to with my pals, but apart from that, there’s nothing but the cheapest and the oldest houses, and a few sleazy motels renting by the hour. There’s a large park, too, proudly called The Central Park, but it’s mostly frequented by drug dealers and prostitutes rather than by joggers.
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