"...where friends entered your life,

some would leave, and some remain behind. It’s where you learned to walk, to ride a bike, where you skinned your knees right thru your coarse new jeans. It’s where you sat up for hours, listening to AM radio in the dark, staring at the ceiling of your room, imagining bridges and ferris wheels, hot rods and cigarettes. It’s where you fell in love for the first time, had your heart broken,..."

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