Penn again, morn and night, and a subway taste of Times Square commute when I was on way to Grand Central Station. Come that eve, that ball will drop in a few months from now, somewhere above the Square.
Ten, nine, eight - you know the rest.
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That ladies hip and her dress pattern lends itself well to your lense John.
It looks like they are about to tango.
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