This morning, on my way to work, I listened to Counting Crow’s August and Everything After, an album I’ve loved ever since it came out, although I’ve frequently fluctuated on whether I was embarrassed or proud of that love. In any event, I no longer care, and it was perfect for the fall morning air.
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