14 November 2023

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• curprev 23:4523:45, 14 November 2023‎ Spaceman talk contribs‎ 3,552 bytes +3,552‎ Created page with "The sun sank into an orange haze over the humming borough of Queens, its low light casting long shadows that crisscrossed the streets like a lattice of lives connected and yet so distinct. On a weathered park bench, forgotten by the exodus of rush hour, sat two old friends: Jamie, who had the seasoned look of one for whom the city's every corner held a memory or mischief, and Alex, a drifter at heart, who’d been everywhere but belonged nowhere. “So there I was at Ja..."