Every Friday night, Aonghus meets me outside my office, waiting patiently on his bicycle, listening to techno or something else I would roll my eyes at on his iPod. I can always hear him from my second floor classroom, and I know that it is time to wrap up my class. I get my bike and we ride for a few minutes before we realize that we don't know where we're going yet.Monday, November 12, 2007
Friday Night Lights
Every Friday night, Aonghus meets me outside my office, waiting patiently on his bicycle, listening to techno or something else I would roll my eyes at on his iPod. I can always hear him from my second floor classroom, and I know that it is time to wrap up my class. I get my bike and we ride for a few minutes before we realize that we don't know where we're going yet.
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