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  • I went to develop film two days after graduating college. I was upset about having to sell half of my shit and about not knowing the next time I would see all of the people I had grown close to and about having to move away from the last four years of my life. I went back to the photo place a few minutes before my film was ready. The man printing the photos motioned for me to come over, saying that he needed to ask me something.

    "Where is this? This is a beautiful place, this is a place to stay forever."

    "In Vermont," I said. "Near where I went to school."
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