it was a shirt that defined a weekend. a shirt of navy blue, smelling of vomit, weed, and sweat. stained with alcohol and mud from the runway. and as i pull this shirt out of the dyrer, with all the evidence washed away. it's at this moment that i realized that possibly the most memomrable weekends of my life has now ended
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