Every time the lights will go on in Park Street on a rainy July evening, I’ll think of you, staggering past, head bowed down, shuffling, so fragile, so human, so unbelievably mine in that split second.
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The wait for the next episode/season begins – Oh, the horror! – It is emotionally exasperating, tiresome and annoying; you can’t hold your horses. In fact, you want to gallop into the future, just to end this irrita...