Waiting for the London Bus (No 97)

How happy I was smoking a cigarette with you while waiting for the last bus home after the late shift.  How intriguing we seemed.  But how sad I’d have been had I known at the time that these would prove to be the best, most elaborate discussions I’d ever have.

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