A few years ago, in Chicago I was a volunteer for a non-profit art school. I had a fling with one of the other volunteers, which wasn't necessarily against the rules, but something that our supervisors wouldn't approve of, not to mention we would have probably been separated into different tasks for the day. Since we had started a secret affair, the most exciting part was leaving, after volunteering together all day, with the satisfaction that we still hadnt been found out. After we walked out of the building we would turn on to the next side street behind the
school where we'd finally be able to kiss and hold hands. Even though this "affair" is long over, every time I pass this street or walk down it I remember how great it felt walking down it when I was being a sneaky teenager in love. If a stranger were to see me walking down this street I would probably have a huge smile on my face and they would never really know why.
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