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I modeled this setting after Franklin Park, well known as a hookup bar back when I used to go. There was a lonely air about that place, and I felt it most in the courtyard in winter, where having a smoke at the tables looked a lot like waiting for someone. This impulsive bit of nostalgia was just one event in a chain that two lonely people engineered – it was inevitable. |
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No, Mar…
She's just resetting her broken heart like a broken arm
"well known as a hookup bar back when I used to go"
O.o