I hear the wind howling down the street, in between our old buildings.
I see the candle flickering on the mantle of the fireplace.
I hear the wind beating on the windows.
I see my eyes slowly closing as the clock nears closer to 1:30am.
I hear the tippity tapping of Christopher on the computer next to me, finishing up, in the final hours, one of his grad school applications.
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