i'll miss that house in quechee. the summer days i hid from heat in your front room watching whiteboys soaking in a/c till my pores were saturated with coolant; the nights i wandered around in kmart escaping security cameras, pretending i knew where kool-aid belonged. cruise the strip to salvation. destroy, liberate & create. i avoid discussions of those years at all costs, caught up in the grey area between teenage angst and we'll-never-be-the-sames. but that year, those months, gave me the strength i needed. they afforded a fundamentally new, albeit blind, faith in my own footsteps. thank you for being a brother and friend.
ps: end of summer finale avec kittens needs to happen aye-sapp. peace.
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ps: end of summer finale avec kittens needs to happen aye-sapp. peace.
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my name is irana
i'm adding you, add me back please?
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you have to show them to me when you take them!
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our photobooth chronicles are all there!
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