someone to pick fruit with

Feeling: sentimental

Every time I come here (and that only seems to happen when I'm home alone and drunk) I'm amazed this thing still exists.

I wish it was Monday so I could go out and play in the dirt. I miss the place and the people and I wish I could just stay there forever.

I hate the though that it's only three more weeks.

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