It’s time for sifting through old photo albums, for stumbling upon the genius-at-the-time pictures you took of your crew for that photojournalism class, for reminiscing about the dizzying, unbearable, idle days of adolescence. Days when we were young and raw and tough and scared, acting way cooler than we actually felt on the inside. Those were the days, we are the times. Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals.
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