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The day the art factory was destroyed, I skipped school and went to drag Erik and whoever else was at his house out of bed so that we could sit and watch.
It was a sad day indeed. Countless wonderful memories took place at that building.
Getting drunk as shit and dancing like a fool. Making out with random people whom I don't remember making out with. Getting stoned at the Kekionga house next door with Jack, Patty, Bianca and whoever. Erik pissing everyone off. Nolan hating Erik. haha!
Man, it's just so sad, yet it's sweet to think about because I'm glad I've had all of those experiences and I'm glad that we've all had that much fun together and share all of these good memories.
As we watched from across the street sitting on the curb, Jack paused for a moment from rolling his cigarette, looked at me and yelled "This is where I met you, Cassie!"
The art factory is where I met so many amazing and awesome people who have made a significant impact on my life.
My stomache was in knots the entire time I watched it fall to the ground.
Another page has turned.
Things change.