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I had a moment of nostalgia this morning for late Fall nights I spent with my highschool friends when we were 15. Staying up until nearly dawn and passing out just to say we got sleep, even if it was only an hour. “Do you know how to pump gas?” “Shit, no… you dont?! How do you own a truck and can’t pump gas?!”

Laughing until we were gasping for breath over fleeting jokes I’ll never remember again. The guys being in awe of AJ changing her shirt without ever being indecent. “I’m fucking talented!”

Running up and then back down their steep ass driveway until our eyes, noses, and lungs burned like hell from the cold air. (Omfg we were goth/rocket kids, we weren’t MADE for all that bullshit.) Swearing at least three of the six of us saw SOMETHING out in the woods and being convinced it was a nature spirit.

Eating chips and homemade salsa until the salt burned the corners of our mouths. “How did we eat three jars of it! She’s gonna be so mad!” *continues to eat more as he laments* Fucking around with the piano at midnight while he whined that we’d get into trouble.

I miss those times. I kind of miss those people. It hit me today that I don’t know them anymore. We were so close, spending every weekend together, and now I couldn’t tell you what they even like anymore. I’m making new memories with amazing people, but that nostalgic ache still hits sometimes when I’m not prepared.