Maybe that's what I'm reacting to, nothing to do with right now.
I close my eyes and turn up the music, and I remember that I'm not really that important, or conspicuous, nor am I as awkward as I was when I was eight.
One year ago: Like a Gas Leak
Two years ago: Sales Banter
Three years ago: Growing Up
Four years ago: Friendly Wine Makes Friends
Six years ago: Rrrrargh
Seven years ago: Snapshots of a Commute
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