I danced all night and now I’m sitting on a porch swing. There’s a sad dog barking next to me, but I’m not his human so there’s not much I can do about it.
I slept in a cabin with friends. We all snore.
We used to be younger, but we’re still not totally old.
Life is good.
Soon, I’ll be heading home.
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