Walked away heard them say

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The town I grew up in was a summer town, but I was there all year.
In the winter it got grey, everything was sharper except the dull colors.
Summers were times filled with sticky popsicle hands, cherryflavored lips and hot pavement against the soles of our feet.
I think I am a summer person.
In the winter I get dull, grey, sharp.
"You're like gingerale, classy with a little bit of bite"
Except I'm not so classy anymore.
Caviar and cigs.
Minus the caviar, because that's gross.
Pack a day makes the nerves go away.
I'm not messed up I'm just not so healthy.
There are worse things.

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