Sometimes, when it's 9 P.M. on a Tuesday night, and I'm sitting in my apartment all alone reminiscing of my carefree life of a high schooler who couldn't drive, wasn't aloud out past dark, aka 8pm. I wish I had someone who would come over after my mom fell asleep and would take me for ice cream, a walk in the park, a midnight joy ride through the
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