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It was garbage day yesterday. I can tell because the West Philadelphia sidewalks are merely the foundation for a wind-built house of trash. My partner Jamie and I kick through it like school children kicking leaves on a crisp autumn day. We are going on an adventure. Really, we’re just going to buy paint but things are always more fun when it’s called an adventure, so that’s what we call it. Jamie links her pointer finger through my pinky, and we venture forward just barely holding hands. It’s around 2 pm on Thursday, and the streets are alive. Our 15 minute walk to the el is unpredictable. I like that. I glance to my left, look my girl in the eye, and am suddenly conscious of my heart beating. God, I love her. We sidle up to the intersection of 52nd and Chestnut and wait for the light to change. . . . → Read More: linked