In Portland.
Betty finally broke down, after almost nine thousand miles.
Me and Julia finally broke up, after about a year.
And it's funny how it works out. Because it does work out.
Indie music from the speakers. Breakfast cooking.
The sky wears a cover. Various shades of gray.
Somehow it's brighter than you'd think.
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