I've been thinking a lot about the past these last few days. The long nights at The Pit, followed by mornings at The Waffle House or in the front seat of a red Oldsmoblie. I remember the first time I saw Justin play guitar. It was open mic night. A Thursday. He had never played in public before, and it was a "big deal". I remember him walking over
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you did, however, embarrass me though. i'm sorry if you don't see, you understand that.
-jenn
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