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AND EVERYTHING IS LAUGHING
BUT I THINK
EVERYONE FEELS THE SAME
EVERYBODY WANTS TO FEEL OKAY
AND EVERYBODY WANTS TO
EVERYBODY WANTS TO FEEL IT
I miss college. Everything was easier when things were laid out in front of you like a syllabus, where the big deal was if we would get caught drinking or if the dorm was free that night.
I miss Sunnydale. Everything was easier when I knew the people, the demon haunts� the language.
I miss the Bronze, even if we outgrew it after a while.
I miss the Espresso Pump, where you could get a mocha that would keep you going for days and only pay two bucks.
I miss arguing with Dawn about who gets the front seat on road trips with mom.
I miss Mr. Gordo, an unfortunate and innocent casualty of the Sunnydale-Implosion.
I miss watching Indian soap operas and trying to figure out the plots. We never did find out what the water buffalo was for.
I miss going shopping. There was a great pair of Jimmy Choo�s I was saving up for that would have looked great with that red dress I got last week.
I miss climbing in and out of my window so mom doesn�t know I�m going out to kill monsters after curfew.
I miss my leather jackets. Thousands of dollars and too many cows to count lost, much to the fashion gods�and my�dismay.
I miss� everything.