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i hear florida is nice this time of year


I'm so close but too young to get away. 3 more years for you & 1 for me but I'm willing to wait. I can hide like I have been: in bookstore corners & concert crowds where I can feign acceptance & take in some of the "finer" things, like sweaty, shirtless 20somethings throwing themselves around to heavy bass and laser lights. At least the music's got feeling.
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