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Blast from the past.

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When you have the opportunity to catch a glimpse of yourself caught in some unspectacular already-over moment, take it. Especially if you can't quite remember where you were or what you were doing.

I'm pretty sure this one is from the summer of garage sales. I know Button and I did a lot of rooting through other people's cast-offs in the warm months before I moved away to New England. There is nothing I miss quite like a New Jersey summer. Even if my hair was terrible.