On New Year’s Eve, I was texting Sophie, a petite girl from Seattle whom I had known through a stray Halloween party.
Through a chain of events, she lost her hostel booking and came to stay with me for two nights.
On New Year’s Day I took her around the neighbourhood, to the roof of the tall tall HDBs to look at the foggy skyline, and in the afternoon we walked from Aljuined to Stadium before cycling to the Anderson Bridge and walking to City Hall.
In the evening, we ran my usual route. It was odd to run the same route that I was used to bounding along with a tiny set of legs in front of me. I was shit out of breath.
She left me a note when I came back from work the next day and I was warm inside.
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