Speaking of nothing. You were in one of my dreams last night, we were our real age but had been transported to our younger selves when we were eleven/twelve or something like that. And together with some other kids, we ran out in the night and sat on top of a stonewall, smoked and had profound conversations about cruel people and growing up. It was one of those you remember crystal clear when you've woken up. :)
The town looks interesting.
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