It's Saturday night. I am not surrounded by a crowd of intoxicated 20-somethings, thoughts not drowned out by whichever hit song is streaming through the over-sized bar speakers. Each step I take is steady and I am content knowing the nauseating aftermath of Thursday night's themed celebration has passed. My naturally bronzed skin is covered with goosebumps and fabric of comfort, being that winter decided to stop by and say "hello". The unfamiliar and I seem to have a love/hate relationship, but in this moment I am fulfilling a craving, while temporarily crushing the chance of possessing any dollars in my savings. A sweet, weekend getaway with a couple of my favorites -- those who remind me of the one missing.
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