The pair stepped out into the bright Chicago night.
Inhaling deeply and smiling, Chris turned to his
coworker:
“There’s nothing quite as marvelous as a pleasant night
in downtown Chicago.”
The two waited for the bus. The breeze brushed their
shoulders as they stood, watching the bright lights of passing cars mingle with
the starlight. Well-dressed people passed them without noticing the pair, on
their way home from work or shopping. Blue and red lights flashed down Michigan
Avenue, but the sound of the police siren blended seamlessly into the melody of
the city night.
“What a town,” Chris said.
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