on nights like tonight, when I'm plagued by this restless sleeplessness, i realize things about myself. i realized that if my attention is not devoted to one thing or another, i experience an almost crippling sense of nostalgia. the smallest things can trigger it; the first drag of a cigarette on a cold day and I'm back in fryeburg maine, a good
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When I come home for Christmas break, we need to hang out. Because I miss you.
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