This year was fireworks and thunder lancing across the sky over the Dodge expressway. It was caps and gowns, plane tickets folded in between praying palms, the babbling of the Manoa stream underneath an open window. It was a year of happiness so deep it felt like still water, like weightlessness; the bubbling laughter of friends, the tight
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So do I, kinda. *hides*
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