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Oct 17, 2006 02:44

One of my fondest memories is sitting outside of the hanger on any given winter night, jaw-chatteringly cold out but we're too engaged to really care. We can see our breath, and the frost on the ground. We can see all the stars out. We were happy.

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punk_ass October 17 2006, 18:51:52 UTC
agreed

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roots_radicals October 17 2006, 23:46:09 UTC
It was our Eden

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emers6873 October 18 2006, 03:22:51 UTC
those were the good ol' days :)

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johnnytwoshits October 22 2006, 15:31:26 UTC
I miss the hanger.

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