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Oh, I remember that night, the longest day of May.

That usually overtaken day in town, happened once a month in Tuesday.

Hospital date, aimless looking at bookstore, friends meeting  and nude study.....

Exhausted at the end of day after all. 

Plus another 1 and half hours on express bus,  way back to home, barely open of my sour eyes, until the street lamp flashed me up. Home, sweet home is close....., just about midnight, a perfect time to call it a day. I need my bed, my own pillow so badly.

Once upon a month, I am a city wonderer.....