I miss Montreal. I miss walking into the hotel room, jumping on the bed and knowing that the person who landed next to me was someone I had known all my life and that I loved. And that they potentially loved me back. I miss Andymans. And how I used to walk there before dinner to get an iced coffee. And I would have it on the table and my dad would
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