Remember the days when you made spaghetti Alfredo in the neighbors’ kitchen, inspired by that one night at Johnny Carino’s, and you were all burned from the merciless Kentucky sun and exhausted from that impossible humidity, and air conditioning seemed like magic; dry grass sticking to your legs, your exotic new friend from Norway talking about things you had never heard of, the quiet hum of the ceiling fan, Friends reruns all afternoon; no concept of anxiety or worry – and life seemed infinite and solid yet so, so light?

No? Good for you.

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