the bars are closed and my spiky haired, 17-year-old bartender neighbor seems to be throwing a party - it's a saturday night tradition for him. every saturday these groups of slurring twenty-somethings trickle to his upstairs apartment, clapping each other on the back and shouting inside jokes. some saturdays, when i get home at 12, they're outside
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