You walk outside and to the curb where you light a cigarette, adjusting your scarf as snow lazily falls down. Viewing the slightly busy street as couples walk by arms linked together and the parents with their kids running slightly in front of them. It was nice and calm. Your cheeks feel hot from the alcohol and you were actually happy to be walking home until you hear a loud honk as a madman on a motorcycle speeds right in front of you zooming in the distance as your heart races in your chest
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