There’s this one spot on Denmore, right next to where the city put the sign asking you to not let your dog piss on the flowers. It’s the spot where you get the best smells.
You can lean on the tree that shades the flowers where the dogs aren’t supposed to piss and you can smell the Mexican food smells coming from Ignacio’s but also the aroma drifting from Lyra’s Ice Cream, though I can’t figure out how ice cream has a scent.
I like it there. It reminds me of a dream where something doesn’t make sense but it makes perfect sense in the dream, like your best friend’s dad is a robot and you talk to him normally, because he’s your best friend’s dad.
I went to the spot today and there’s some guy leaning against the tree.
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