There is a decidedly Western feeling about traveling east. After rambling (and vomiting, and playing cards, and whining, and stringing christmas lights, and drinking perm-flavored water, and laughing hysterically, and trudging, and searching, and sleeping, and growing ecstatic, and growing impatient, and stealing, and whispering) with the one I
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I miss you oh so Terribly.
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I did not know you then, I'm sorry. I can't give you my phone number. I only talk to Porter boys. Although, I can't get enough of that greased-forward emo hair... maybe we can listen to Dashboard Confessional or Bright Eyes sometime? Maybe I"ll see you at the Microphones show. I'll be the one in the back of the room staring at my converse. Wear a track jacket so I can recognize you.
love,
Freshman year Rachel
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