** - marks the beginning and end of a flashback
~Amy~
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I wonder if there is ever a time when New York is not cold when the chilly air doesn’t beat up on people’s faces with no care whatsoever, enveloping them, their worries and ambitions all at once with no discrimination. Even as I sit in the warmth of the cab, body tired from today’s exhausting practice, I can still feel the relentless, crisp air that’s signature of the New York winters. Even during the summer months, it beats down on us as if it doesn’t give a damn to manmade concepts of seasons. The ride towards Dylan’s workplace is not easy, with cars piling in front of each other, bumper to bumper in an unusual afternoon traffic. Usually, this would be enough to snuff out any desire to see Dylan during his working hours, esp
