"Sometimes it's nice at night," he says, a little sulkily. "But I guess it depends how you define 'nice.' Breeze off the water, maybe, and by the time it gets to me it smells like exhaust and fast food." He shrugs, but it's lost in the movement of the wings.
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Date: 2008-04-22 03:04 am (UTC)"But it's still a breeze."