Here it is. My attempt at giving you a glimpse into life as I know and love.
I’ve been thinking about it, and that poem, that guy that wrote it, he meant you’re gold when you’re a kid, like green. When you’re a kid everything’s new, dawn. It’s just when you get used to everything that it’s day. Like the way you dig sunsets, Pony. That’s gold. Keep that way, it’s a good way to be...
—S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders
Enjoy.
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