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The concrete is colder than I thought it’d be. More abrasive. Like sandpaper and those small, painfully annoying pebbles that squirm their way into your shoes back when you’re a kid drunk off sugared drinks and running like a bat outta hell around the playground.Worry free.Innocent. Happy.The fucking good old days of pop tarts, staying up late eating jellybeans and watching Power Rangers. Fighting over Monica Lewis’ affec...