"On the warm nights when they wouldn’t move from the back patio for hours except to fill up their glass, they would crave ice cream or something gluttonous, and walk calmly to where the ocean met the land. They wore thongs, they didn’t carry water in their bottles so ended up crouched, mouths poised open, underneath a garden tap; they ate their Magnums and sat quietly on the bench of life, contemplating their days that had usually been filled with not-very-much. Sometimes they had morbid conversations, other times they had meaningful ones, a lot of the time they cackled underneath the cloudy night. They walked home again and slept soundly underneath the star shaped lights, barely stirring when the freight train rushed past."
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