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It Is Good :)
As I left this played on the intercom.
I went back to my old public school the other day. It had been abandoned for some time and was set to be demolished. As I walked through the halls, alone, I swear I could see fragments of the past playing in front of me. Bits and pieces of my memory reenacted themselves in a chopped and distorted fashion. Somehow I didn't feel so alone.
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