Needing a break from re-organizing my room the entire day, I walked a few blocks down to get a sandwich and an iced mocha for dinner. Angelica called as I was mid-stroll, asking where I'd been the past few days (my phone had been turned off because I hadn't bothered charging it). "I'm walking to your place right now," she says. "And I never walk." She exaggerates, that one.
We sit on the benches in Copley Square right as the light starts to fade and the night finally arrives. She does most of the talking while I break fast at 8pm there on the bench and listen. We sit there for some time, gazing at the beauty of Trinity Church before us, and the Boston Public Library right behind us, and the gleaming John Hancock Tower looming over us.
I have a love-hate relationship with this city nowadays. That night, in the middle of busy Back Bay, I forgot about the hate part momentarily.
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