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Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

The whole Boston-based crew–me, Carynne, Chris, Bart, Bradley, and Courtney–went north for the July 4th vacation week. Ziggy stayed in the city and said goodbye to me with an enthusiasm for the experience of being apart that I think I was finally starting to understand. Now that I was no longer terrified that while we were apart everything was automatically going to fall apart (although there were still some paranoid moments–this is me, after all), I could see the appeal of looking forward to a reunion. That makes sense, right?

Besides, we both had stuff to do.

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Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

We walked down Boylston Street. The night air was breezy, humid in that end-of-summer way.

“I can tell you’re upset,” Ziggy said.

“In the sense of, like, the apple cart in my mind flipped over, yeah.” I took a deep breath of the night air. We were passing the hotel where Jonathan and I had spent a weekend, but that thought barely made it to the surface. “I’m not angry. I’m not freaked.”

“It’s okay to be upset, Daron. This is something that’s going to change everything. Whatever we decide. All the apple carts are going to flip.”

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Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

(I was going to wait to post this next week, but I decided why make you wait? Colin fans, here is Colin’s story, which I read aloud during the anniversary chat on Saturday! Linked below, archived video of the chat, as well as one that links just to me reading Colin’s story alone! -ctan)

Warning: Graphic Language (Colin just couldn’t be censored!)

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Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

Late that night insomnia bit me in the ass and wouldn’t let go. I didn’t want to wake J, and I didn’t want him to think if I left–i.e. went for a walk or something–that I was freaking out over something he had said.

Which led me to wonder, wait, am I freaking out over something he said?

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