The juice is worth the squeeze.
So I read through all my old journal entries from college. There were tears and laughs, and I took a little trip into my past--where a hug and a good laugh were down the hall, where I met my first love and had my first heart break, where I met people that forever changed the the fabric of my life. It was a beautiful and bittersweet journey
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