Some days, you wake up and learn you are winning.
Like when you look out on the balcony at 6 am to find out what the bustle is and find a farmers market springing to life on the street below.So far, I've seen produce, flowers, and clothes, and they seem to all be setting up around our block.
I guess I now know why we can't park on those streets on Thursdays.
I didn't choose this place. My friend did. We are choosing places by whim.
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