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the beach.
I sat on the roof of my car and watched the headlights pass down Madison's street. And Jackie stood below with a green ciggarette and her french accent and I love her dearly, I must say. And the night had just begun to fall down before we sped off stupid with still growing-up heads and being loud and drunk on air.
And Gracie is nervous about her show, but I am not nervous for her at all because she is too brilliant to ever fuck anything up, and if she did, I'd think she was doing it on purpose.
I want to live on the beach, even if it's that little hole of dirt in Fairveiw. We created our own paradise. It was gorgeous and so were we because, well, we always are.
...and outside in the dark the world keeps on rolling, the kids in cars with ciggarettes choking, and all that they are wreaks with the sweetest beleif....
-alex.
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