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Who wants to play?

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Who wants to play?

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I can sit for hours watching her do this. 

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I can sit for hours watching her do this. 

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(photos by The Dirty Gentleman)

Thanks to everyone who came out last night for Dirty Boys. We had a fantastic time reading for you, and you were a lovely and delightful audience. Let’s do it again soon!

xoxo

-gny

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Summertime. And the living is easy. So let’s get drunk. And make out in the park. (that’s how it goes right?)

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Summertime. And the living is easy. So let’s get drunk. And make out in the park. (that’s how it goes right?)

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I don’t know Ginger all that well, but I know her smile comes with a hint of terrible-wonderful intentions. And I know I’ll never get tired of it. 

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I don’t know Ginger all that well, but I know her smile comes with a hint of terrible-wonderful intentions. And I know I’ll never get tired of it. 

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Some mornings are languid, easy, and full. Some mornings are as rich and alive as the night before.

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Some mornings are languid, easy, and full. Some mornings are as rich and alive as the night before.

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Summer always seems like a fuzzy mess of dreams, each one overlapping each other in a blur of heat and exhaustion. Maybe it’s the haze or the maybe it’s the need to slow down, but I constantly long for moments of empty thought and slippery limbs. 
Dreams come in all shapes and forms, and when I stop trying to think or do too much of anything, they come all at once.
I close my eyes just enough and take a deep breath of warm air. Sometimes I have to let go of seeing in order to see.

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Summer always seems like a fuzzy mess of dreams, each one overlapping each other in a blur of heat and exhaustion. Maybe it’s the haze or the maybe it’s the need to slow down, but I constantly long for moments of empty thought and slippery limbs. 

Dreams come in all shapes and forms, and when I stop trying to think or do too much of anything, they come all at once.

I close my eyes just enough and take a deep breath of warm air. Sometimes I have to let go of seeing in order to see.

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"I knew it!"
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"Any second now…"

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"Any second now…"

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"They are so going to make out…"


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"They are so going to make out…"

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God gave rock and roll to you…

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God gave rock and roll to you…

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