One of the more frustrating aspects of living in a college town is losing friends every spring. Graduation comes, leases expire, and off they go. And while it’s sad, there almost always a feeling of happiness for them, knowing they are headed for the bigger and the better. Then the fall comes and I realize I’m older. But since I’m basically always around the same demographic, it’s sorta like I don’t age. Like every August I realize I am perpetually 24.
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