Alexainie
I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.
Dispatches From 16
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Our 16’s were not that different. What a lovely, nostalgic nugget of youth and promise, and the anticipation of great things to come. Took me back.
Well.
There was no gay bar.
Eh.
Details.
