[ her bag remains strapped across her chest, her half-gloved hand where the strap meets the body of the purse. the young woman next to her gets a dimpled smile. the instant physical contact takes her by surprise but allison finds herself caught up in the moment, the merriment, that she simply accepts it for now. her shoulders and posture loosen in an instant. ]
I don't know why I'm so – astonished by the crowds. I mean, it's New Year's.
[ she gestures to the fireworks above their heads. then, the thought returns to her: ]
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I don't know why I'm so – astonished by the crowds. I mean, it's New Year's.
[ she gestures to the fireworks above their heads. then, the thought returns to her: ]
Oh yeah. Happy New Year!