It is a proper Springfield sky today. Dazzling blue with a Simpsons cloud puncturing the azure canvas. The doors are locked and breathing is regular. The turntables spin in the darkened corners of the empty nightclub.
The beauty of being alone.
With nothing but books and records and guitars and wine and Cadbury's Mini-Eggs...
Tomorrow I shall walk to Long Reef, tonight I will write a poem for the girl with the broken heart.
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