I'm spending my last night in the apartment, on the floor, in Sam's tank top, on her pillow, smelling like her shampoo. The only noteworthy objects in my bedroom are my bicycle and my bamboo plants. Brian is asleep in Lexington Park for the second-to-last time. My summer clothing is in NY, my winter clothing is in Chesapeake Beach, and my nostalgia
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