I think it's awesome that the DNC is being held in Boston, because this whole week I get to turn on the T.V. and see all the sights I became accustomed to those three years up north
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That first week up in Boston, I quickly stopped talking if any of Josh's friends gave me guff for my accent. As such, it was a total relief when you and I had those few brief conversations. The girls in Boston would dwell on me and my accent as a novelty, and the guys would deride me because they knew the girls would, for a brief second, fawn over "the Southern boy."
And yet there's so much of the city neither you or I saw - all those shit-ass neighborhoods off the Blue Line, the far reaches of Cambridge and Somerville... I never would've discovered Porter or Davis Square, had not a girl from a writing class invited me to a party there this past semester. Funny, how we construct those maps in our heads - which come, I think, only a bit from actually looking at a real map to see how the city's laid out, and mostly from the experience of walking the streets, turning corners to find T stations you didn't expect, alleyways that lead to whole new sections of town theretofore unimagined - even when we don't get out much
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Yuck.
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