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January 11, 2013
These are what I remember from that night: lamp posts that looked like proud ballerinas, a sea of people, a drunk guy trying his hardest to be mean, two guys trying to be friendly, two girls occupying my seat, a couple who didn't look like they were in love, and my favorite band playing my favorite song. Also, me thinking of my mother, 20 minutes away by bus, waiting for me to come home. I have planned the trip around this concert, now here it is happening and all I can think about is coming home to my mother's smell.