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January 1, 2015
The wind had a bite. Quitting smoking apparently wasn't one of my new year's resolutions. Lights from an another apartment complex could be seen beyond a row of trees, resembling a starship. Above, spotlights moved around in concentric circles, most likely the same ones I saw 3 weeks ago outside Scott's apartment. That was the last night I saw him. It wasn't in me to wish him a happy new year after getting out of a late movie last night. Instead I stood in front of a wall heater at the mall's entrance, letting it fill my jacket with warmth.