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That time at camp, on vacation, in the yard, down the street, inside that room I’ll never see again, that time with Dad, that time on the bus, that other time with Dad, that weird time at the place I already told you in the other story about that other time, the times linking up like snowflakes into a blizzard we made ourselves in a favorite winter.
— WHY WE BROKE UP by Daniel Handler & Maira Kalman, ladies and gentleman. it’s giving me high-school-memories-hives. but in the good way. (via jennirl)
Reblogged from the adventures of jenn I(n) R(eal) L(ife)
