Morning. This morning.
I’m walking. Cross Town. Down 47th street, three blocks from the office.
For some inexplicable reason, the head is yanked left to a billboard across the street.
Two skeletons, holding hands.
Same bones, different color.
“love has no labels”
What’s this?
I get to the office. Google it.
And then I take the quiz.
Hmmmmmmm.
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