Every Summer except this one, I go on pointless walks at night and have conversations about life and love and music and art and all the pretentious crap that I love and sit on walls and just enjoy the night air and the atmosphere. This year, I've either lost the friends I used to do that with or they've sold out their time to new girlfriends or boyfriends or jobs or laziness or some other stupid excuses for not wasting time like we used to love to. Or maybe everyone's just growing up.
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