February 2011
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I wish there was a floor above my upstairs neighbors apartment. I’d befriend whoever lived there just so I could stomp around and slam cupboards and maybe play a little DDR.
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I miss driving around Weslaco in your mom’s Mustang convertible. We’d blast Animal Collective and laugh about Jack the Ripper and other nonsensical lyrics.
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