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| city in the background |
Last time I was in this city was not the
first time.
The first time, none of this was here.
The city was smaller; I was bigger.
The last time was two nights ago, just in
time.
“Excuse me” - wave.
Window comes down.
“Para el camp nou?”
“SÃgueme.”
I followed, stuck to his bumper like a clam
- which I ate today at the beach bar.
Razor.
He waved goodbye at the front door.
Great service but no chance to park here –
so - up the hill.
Three hours forty.
Danced?
65, 000 did!
int/42
int/42
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