Gratitude for Northern Latitudes (You're Twenty-One, So Baby, Let's Go) by
yeatsPete/Patrick
Crawling out from his bunk, Pete knocks against his ipod on the floor. The face lights up, Bloc Party paused one minute into "So Here We Are." His battery's fucked, and he can afford to get one of the new photo models, but it seems like betrayal to throw out
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