Apr 17, 2011 02:21
I miss those days. I was remembering the fourth of July. The childhood version. What a wild night. The smell of smoke. Staying up late. Hot and sweaty with friends. Hot dogs and soda. I used to run on soda. I had to or I would die of starvation. Sometimes my heart aches for times like that.
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