It was a good night, in all. One that lasted until…not until the sun came up, because we’re lame like that. It lasted until about two, when my neighbor-love and I got tired and decided to hit the hay
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home is never there. it just turns into a memory, then you find out it doesn't exist. because you are gone, and it changes into something else. home is time that is lost.
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