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I'd forgotten how profoundly wonderful it is to read about other peoples lives; people I know and who I have been lucky enough to spend time with. I'd forgotten what it's like to be surrounded by friends, those who really know you and still want to be around you. I'd forgotten what it was like to be 20 and broke beyond all comparison. I'd forgotten how happy all of those things made me. I'd forgotten how much I miss you all and I was surprised by how much reading about your lives made me feel like me again, and how happy and sad that made me feel.