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This was the last time that some of us ever saw each other. Backyard of the Alfred Street house with some people that I miss and with others that I don’t. We spent hours grilling food and drinking beer. Lots of beer, until most of us were drunk. We decided to set fireworks off. Mostly just some giant bottle rockets but also some Roman Candles. One of them ended up landing on the windshield of a neighbor’s car. Someone ran over and grabbed it so it wasn’t a big deal but it added a bit of fun to the whole day. Then it was over. Most of the people went off to a concert and the rest of us just went home.
