When we were young, my best friend and I imagined ourselves getting older. We thought that once we’d be done with trying to make our lives out in the world, we’d get back to each other, and share a house where we could drink wine on the porch and laugh all the time.
I imagined us on top of a hill, overlooking the ocean.
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