I really like this. It reminds me of some of the pubs I went to in Paris when I was seventeen, and just out of high school. I had the cliche "I hate high school" experience just like everyone else, but I also had a plan on how to reward myself after it was all over. I had already saved up money for a Euro trip since I was in third grade. So I skipped prom, and class day and used those days to plan my itinerary for France and Germany. Then on graduation I hopped on a plane and flew to Paris. The more and more I write about this the more and more I feel like a stereotype...I'll stop babbling now...just listen to the song.
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