What doesn't surprise you, doesn't kill you
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The wind blowing, the sky light blue, a few clouds floating in the air and orange leaves flying by. I wear my leather jacket with a scarf not wanting to give in to the cold just yet. Step for step my feet walk me down the streets of queens. Life has no script to follow so I just walk, inhaling the fresh air and suddenly I stop and find myself at the entrance of a small park.