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2001
We were so excited. Our first trip together. We had a threesome together, NYC, you and I. You told me the spire reminded you of Fritz Lang, and even if I didn't know who that was, I nodded knowingly. You held me in awe, and over the years that didn't fade away. We spend more days apart than we did together, but those lazy Friday mornings in bed made up for everything. Then, somehow, you decided I wasn't so essential in your life, you wanted a new direction. I was left with the ghosts of ideas, smells, and Thursday buses. They whispered to me for years. I examined them and learnt from them. I now know who Fritz Lang is. I know about New York and how cold it can get.