blast from the past

So this is where I spent a year of my life about fifteen years ago. Every night sitting around this table. There was a bar in the middle of the room and mirrors all along the walls. In the winter if you left a glass of water out it would be frozen in the morning. Eventually policemen made us leave. An unexpected flood of memories.

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