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In a small building behind my friend’s house we dreamt. We imagined being social and having parties. We think ahead to high school as though we’ll suddenly become something we’ve never been.

We listen to music. We talk about having other people around. I never imagine where these people would go inside this small, cramped, building.

We’re nothing more than talk most of the time. We pretend we’ll do so much yet we never do more than talk….

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