It's one of those unexpected quiet parties. Fancy a joint?, a colleague asks me as we're driving home. It's Thursday afternoon, half-weekend, therefore I don't even pretend to hesitate. I'm in.
Sitting on the bank of the river, there's us and some others, all office rats puffing their laziness away. They let Ellie go, someone mentions. Yeah, boobs didn't help, did they?
Swans are having bread rolls instead of an afternoon tea.
Inline skates are in again.
So are the miniskirts.
Sun is setting. I enjoy its rays touching my skin after months of wintery coldness. And the ice inside me is melting, too.
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