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Off to New York, and drunk relatives
suffocating hugs.
racist comments that make you sick.
A big dress and tall shoes.
The same smells, the same longing for what is dead.
hating every minute of the awkward cousin interactions.
the overabundance of fat squirrels. the park with the geese that love you for your food.
the leather fold out bed, housing so many memories of better times.
and, in the end, missing it all when you come back here.
suffocating hugs.
racist comments that make you sick.
A big dress and tall shoes.
The same smells, the same longing for what is dead.
hating every minute of the awkward cousin interactions.
the overabundance of fat squirrels. the park with the geese that love you for your food.
the leather fold out bed, housing so many memories of better times.
and, in the end, missing it all when you come back here.