I'm constantly humbled by the me that I used to be; at any given moment, I've learned, that I am not nearly as cool as I think (or as earlier me had thought I'd ought be). Explaining these spontaneous flushes honestly to anyone and you is good for me I think. Nothing would make me happier than to hum along to the dirge of my post-teenage, chicly apathetic ego's premature demise. For now though, I'll practice the tune and try to keep pace.
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