December 2011
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CCXXVII.
Do you remember back when (everything had the white-gold glow of Christmas lights and potential and) we walked the campus and shouted about hating things with joy in our voices, and it was loud, and it was exciting? Not thrilling, but affirming, like we’d lured friendship in and were going to lock it into place through sheer willpower and the speed of our speech.
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