SVS 2.0
His hands were all over me as he told me, one item at a time, all that he was going to teach me.
I didn't remember him from before, he must have been a new addition.
I had stumbled back there after so many years (since my mode of transportation had been stolen by a renegade band I lent it to), though they didn't recognize me, due to my no longer being a little girl.
They welcomed me, as I am now, and showed me the ropes of this new adult (or still adolescent) existence of theirs. Especially Claire, who asked me all about my life.
She was so free and beautiful and unafraid when I had known her, I always wanted to grow up to be like that.
It was great, there was art and beer. And all these people I still hadn't forgotten, and now never would.
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