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[justcantsay]

I miss holding hands with you at the poetry slam. I miss the way your hair smelled, and now you are crusty and I wouldn't touch you with a 30 ft pole. I miss your dry cracked hands and big veins on your arm. I miss you singing Lua to me on the phone until I fell asleep.

I miss you all.

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[justcantsay]

I love that I'm not the only one who'se beeen on this since it's creation. I love you for this. I miss 2nd street aswell and the drew house parties and dancing with girls and movies in the attic. I miss finding black bananas in the freezer and the red drink that was always in the fridge. And BAGLES