of eating it, smearing it all over each other's faces.
   These were the good moments, the ones that make everything else worthwhile. They are the quiet interludes that aren't long enough for a story, but enough to keep you going when everything else in your life is a mess. They are the songs you sing loudly, and badly, in a car full of friends. The hand that reaches across to touch yours so you know you're not alone. It's giggling in the middle of the night with your best friend because one of you said something stupid. They aren't the big things, but a series of small things that let you know you are loved, that you have a place in this world and would be missed if you were gone.
   As I stood up and prepared myself to go back inside, I knew that I was ready...

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