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I did not go there to be a saint
Friday night, first week of May, you brought me here like a child. Hungry for new experiences. A new world. Scared that that world might not accept him as he is. Nervous.That night we drank, we danced, we laughed, and we kissed…. 
Taverns
A bar The travelers Drooping shoulders of men Hazy clouds of secondhand smoke Homebound  
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