These oppressively hot, humid nights, alone with my thoughts and the heat in this premature summer. Thinking how friends continue to scatter, progress, bloom into adults. And I’ve somehow failed to climb out of the liminal tweens lifestyle, eight years in the same city, vaguely grounded yet stultified, underpaid, underwhelmed. Balancing part-time work, half-heartedly pursuing…

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