It scared me that we were growing up. Not because of the aging skin lines or the dog race we were in, chasing the bunny, but because of the discontent resonance that had sneakingly leaked amongst us recently.
We had stopped taking pictures. Recent stories were not worth documenting and whenever we needed a good laugh, we pitched a story from the past.
E.Y.
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It doesn't have to be like that, you know.
We can write new stories...
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