Dylan White, Nick Holt, kids I don't know...
It doesn't matter though, and that's what being 17 is about. We were all friends today in spite of the fact that I never call Nick any more, that I blew Dylan off a number of times, that one of those kids in the background took me home from a party I was scared to be at a year ago. I miss these days when a guitar comes out and we are all singing, laughing, hopping around. I am not necessarily myself, but I am someone happy, and that's all I need to be right now.
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