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  • I'm convinced that memories are both innately good and innately evil.

    This photo was taken on Halloween of my sophomore year in High School. I remember trick-or-treating for the last year of my life. I remember that year as the start to life-long friendships. I remember talking for hours, laughing until my stomach ached and I peed my pants. I remember it passing by so quickly.

    I remember long phone calls that connected us states away. I remember college without them and summer breaks with them. I remember eating at Edy's with them -- a diner that got sold, renamed and reupholstered.

    I remember experiencing the most awkward moment of my life with one of them. And to this day, the story makes my audience laugh, and me too. I remember my tears to them, and how they helped wipe them away.

    Sometimes, I long for those memories.

    I'm lucky enough that a few of those people in the photo are still in my life, but even still, that photo will never be again.
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