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I wish this walk was alongside some actual water. Maybe here, in Jersey City, wandering downtown. We could rummage for records, like he said, or drink coffee in Word, my favorite bookstore. I could catch him during golden hour, framed perfectly for a photo in the setting of the sun, a dog park surrounded by corgis and Yorkies and Boston terriers, the signature small pups of the town.
But I canβt.
At least, not yet.
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