We went plate smashing after work, along our way home. Partners in crime were the manager and the barista. The plates were the rejected saucers. Broken pieces were every where in the various dark alleys. I wonder if we were caught in cam. It was reckless. Yet, it was fun. The sound of the smashing plates, the strength you put it when you toss it as far as possible, the joy you share with your partners. It was a good night. I'm not under the influence of alcohol. Well, maybe just a glass of pinot noir.
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