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When I was walking down Wacker and overlooked the river walk, I hoped to bump into you again but I know chances are slim. I can still visualize you walking with cadence toward me just to brush me off. I feel sad but it's okay because I guess you could be working from home. Without you as foreground, the street was crummy and lackluster and people were like zombies, including myself. If tomorrow is the end of world, would you be with me?
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