sábado, 14 de julho de 2018

nights at the tennis courts. all the lights were out we were watching the stars listening to silly songs smoking cigarettes pretending to be cooler than we were. without a care in the world. the school was still the old one with a stage in the common room and the school radio playing. I remember a dance. I remember long talks and wanting to grow up. being 16 was sweet indeed.

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