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February 23, 2013
The music droned on, as did the dancing, until the faint early hours of the morning made themselves known. Gasping into the morning the air, the two fumbled their way through the streets, leaning on each other for support.

The light was unsure of itself, shuffling into the day rather than bursting on the scene. The cold had no such inhibitions.

Arm in arm, they managed to find their way back to the bench where they had first met. With a giggle, both fell back on to it, backs slapping against the hard wood. They continued giggling a while longer.