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Fuck.
My shirt smells like ash and grass and Wheaton.
Saturday night was pretty much my favorite thing to do, Ever. To pick up more or less exactly where you left off with some people you haven't seen in a year, some people you haven't seen in two years, and some people you've never even met is absolutely delightful. Singing and talking and cuddling all night is just so perfect in ways that I can't even describe. But you get it, right? I'm really sorry if you don't.
My shirt smells like ash and grass and Wheaton.
Saturday night was pretty much my favorite thing to do, Ever. To pick up more or less exactly where you left off with some people you haven't seen in a year, some people you haven't seen in two years, and some people you've never even met is absolutely delightful. Singing and talking and cuddling all night is just so perfect in ways that I can't even describe. But you get it, right? I'm really sorry if you don't.