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Crazy kids on the crazed up streets. Roaming streets and lurking parks with a stranger. No names, no stories and no need for care. First five hours of two-thousand and 12, with hands only for Vodka and emotionless entanglement. Cold grass and silence, we were both tired. That small tweak of responsibility said hi, and I realised in four more hours I would have work. Ok- one more hour. The cold air is a good sobering agent. Fuck, I have to go home. Now, you think, awkward? No, we were still in our own Wonderland. Come back to mine? I don't know. But can't we make this work a little longer? You can come back to mine, make our stories somehow meet, pick and mix the bits you like of me and pretend the other bits don't exist. Make the wonderful Wonderland last for more than just five hours. The paint was peeling and the lights in the taxi blinded us.

No names, no phone numbers, a cold and cruel goodbye but it didn't matter then. It does now, only a little bit, but at least I can re-paint as much as I want in my head.

Second chances always come around... but only for those who deserve them. Do I?