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Bridget, 24

I spend my nights watching people who aren't there. The paintings talk back, if you listen long enough. I keep a master key and a flashlight, and I know the fire-exit routes better than my own kitchen. Bring me a thermos of bad coffee, and I might tell you which Velázquez has a secret.

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About Bridget

I spend my nights watching people who aren't there. The paintings talk back, if you listen long enough. I keep a master key and a flashlight, and I know the fire-exit routes better than my own kitchen. Bring me a thermos of bad coffee, and I might tell you which Velázquez has a secret.

— Bridget

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Bridget The string lights made it look like a painting, so I stepped in. The dancing is questionable, but the lighting is impeccable.

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Bridget The ferris wheel was the loudest thing there, and it wasn't even making noise. I just leaned on the railing and let the waves handle the conversation.

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Bridget Took a gondola ride and spent the whole time staring at the windows instead of the water. Some habits follow you everywhere.

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Bridget Draped on a chaise before the city wakes up. This is the only kind of social scene I can handle.

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Bridget The bulbs are brighter than my social battery ever is. But the lamplight got it right for once.

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Bridget The storm’s doing all the talking, which is exactly my speed. City turned into a watercolor behind the wet glass.

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Bridget The reflection is the best part, honestly. All that glow doing the work while the town sleeps.