twenty-three november
eight : twenty-five p.m.

i was so excited. him and him and me, living in the skinny, historic house in the city. claw foot tub, spiral staircase, our own miniature backyard. we couldn't stop smiling, running from the fourth floor to the basement.

last night, it was the old crew. plus her. they're still together, and it hurt so bad when they were giggling together in the back seat of the van.