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A foul night owl

Jose is in town

I approach gingerly

A woman named Synergy

On a bench thoughts are spoken in Latin

As a passerby compliments us both on our Bostonian accents

We’re relaxing when suddenly

A guy running towards us like a maniac

Utters “What’s up” to me

We flee at top speed

Surprised to see she’s keeping up with me

As we both instinctively head towards a pub we see

The patrons are

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