end of the summer is always weird. watching the kids a year younger than us say their goodbyes to each other brings back memories of being so incredibly sad about leaving home, unsure about the next part of your life, but sure that you love your friends too much to lose touch and next summer will be exactly the same as it's always been
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i'm getting the same way, with the younger kids going to college. it makes me want to go back to that moment at the end of the summer where everyone left, one by one, and i had to pack up all of my shit for school.
things change in crazy ways, ms. meredith.
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(And moop to you.)
~Nocturne.
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If you ever need a place to dry dock your scurvied, freebooter self, there will always be a spare bunk for you at my little house o' the woods. Sure, it'll be the bunk that I used to nurse a wounded skunk (accounting injury...his adding machine blew up as he was trying to quantify how lame my LJ comments are) back to health on, but still.
Yes.
I hope you're doin' mighty fine, Mighty Square. We should be friends again. Really.
-Dave
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