A new type of winter, one that stays warm through December, one that drinks Cocacola and acts like a bored suburban kid, the one you don't like who gets in fights. It's winter and it's still 73 degrees out and it's raining but under the pavilion it's nice to kiss you. Meet me in the city, in the coffee shop with the windows, we can watch car headlights wink as they turn the corner. This will be a better year.

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