We were gone less than half an hour -- most of that spent ogling the new (shirtless) boys who live and grow a shockingly lush garden on the corner, laughing at the five 'No Dogs Shit On This Yard' signs around the perimeter of one shuttered home, appropriating foliage from an abandoned lot-become-meadow and comparing discarded branches to parts of our naked bodies.
Here is the culmination, discriminately out of chronological order:
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