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Teenage girls were scattered on the white rug in sleeping bags. Whispering. Story-telling when the lights went out.

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I promise to always love you with that childish sort of abandon, the kind of love that is so pure, no matter what obstacles come our way.

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Promise me that we’ll never be too old for cones from the ice cream truck, for lying in the grass and making animals out of clouds, for squirt gun fights and pillow forts and talking in strange accents. Promise that you’ll grow old with me, but never grow up.

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Buying a $0.25 gumball.
Slurping your soup.
Blowing bubbles.

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Buying a house? Hahaha, I can barely afford house whiskey.