Sirens made Carlton think of Kelsey. He could barely hear any noise from the forty-ninth story, but how the red and blue ran up the walls up towards his empty window made him remember how she scraped her knee in Germany.
Kelsey was off in New York. She thought of Carlton only when bookmobiles passed or when she whiffed glazed donuts. Then she’d get all longing for him and think of the time they accidentally danced when they weren’t even supposed to.
Oh miracle of something!
Whatever you are,
Please,
Bring us back together!
We are lonely
In our apartments!
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