end of summer makes me miss montana. it would be nice to sit at the top hat with some people i knew in second grade. to sip on moose drool and let the cigarette smoke marinate my clothing. to hear the twang of bluegrass reverberate across the wood-paneled walls. to feel it on the bottoms of my feet.
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Moi aussi. Except your Top Hat is my Charlies.
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