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Arcade Fire – The Suburbs

The room is filled with the noise of other people.  Expensive New Yorkers.  We lean in closely while our voices purr under the din, barely audible with the drunken women laughing and servers asking, “Care for anything else?”  It’s a Friday and I am swiftly getting drunk after a week of work I do not enjoy.  We drink champagne with vodka and it tastes like spoiled apple juice, bubbly and rotten.  He leans in to kiss me and we are kissing and I hear the chorus of the song and nothing else, everything drowned out by me and him and album he has now ruined…



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