100.
And a new start.
Let's forget that we stayed when we should have left. Let's not steal each other's favourite cds when we pack apart our old life. Let's stop talking about it and let it go, let it be forgotten. Let's smile when we see each other on the street, and think that the 3 years was a good lesson to learn.
i'll miss you. i'm going to sleep in a sleeping bag and sit on pillows when you leave, and the bookshelves are going to look awful bare without your Henry Millers and Roberto Bolanos.
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Man, even this post made me sad.
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