me too me too! with the punkreas and the dreaming! Omg. yes, this deserves an omg. I need to tell you about my dream. and ugh, I wish I had yours so I could be right there again. What perfection. Next summer? It's happening. By it I mean us- there- without a crazy landlord. But on the steps with our friends and our nastro azzuros. and our cameras and our cigarettes and our communal brain sitting right there on our shoulders. and our language, which I miss above all because it was the context of everything good. I can't even wait.
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