The seagulls announced the fog and the fog announced the rain, and here it is falling tonight.
It was only a few days ago I heard that two of my oldest friends are moving out of the neighbourhood. Off they go, hand in hand, after twenty-four years in the same house. So many things come down to a wallet tied with string, sitting fat then sitting thin in your back pocket. It won't be the same, knowing they don't live in the house I pass almost daily, and the rollicking nights over the years. And so it goes as summer approaches, two chairs empty on one particular sidewalk patio.
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Oh, that's dismal news Deloney. It's time for some comfort food at the Detroit Diner.
I hate that kind of change. I know we have to accept things, but that doesn't mean we have to like it.
I'm sorry, mate. But a beautiful portrait you've painted here, every detail provoking feeling...
My next-door neighbor was recently laid off. I'm terrified.
I can hear the emptiness of those chairs. So sorry your friends are moving.
Bloody seagulls.
Sad news. I'm sorry your friends find themselves at this point.
I've been laid off since November with not even a nibble at the resumes I've sent out. I may have to strap my kid on my back and hop a train out of this one horse town.
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