I miss bbq's and that couple-a months where all you want to do is be outside, running into random old friends/enemies/acquaintances. Big parties, go-go cups, raiding closets, crushes, dancing, enjoying solitude when I got it. Drinking quarts before we could legally buy them. Bar-hopping down Central. Sitting by the bay. Loving the people you're
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