It was past eight in the evening when we finished eating dinner and decided to take a walk. I like walking in my home city, I’d certainly like taking a walk in another. I always believed that taking a walk is good. Lets you see more stuff; Lets you meet more people.
It was proven more so in that particular walk. It was then that my company, persons I believed I already knew, showed more of their selves, traits they normally don’t show. It was then that they let me meet the other persons sharing their worldly husks. I’d love to take a walk like that—a walk through the heart of another city.
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