Take the Long Way Home

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Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

Remo and I walked for about a block in silence, climbing the hill toward the hotel, me propelled upward by energy and the feeling like I couldn’t quite get enough air into my lungs. Streetwalkers called to us, homeless-looking men shifted toward us and then away. It felt almost like New York.

“Wow,” I said when I started to speak again. “Wow.”

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