Each breath puffed out a little cloud as we looked at the sky above us. The gleaming stars and moon above lit up the buildings and land I had learned to love. The layers of blankets and jackets shared among us all, provided just enough warmth to make us stay on the rooftop of that cold may night. Even though we knew this was the last hurrah, something about this moment seemed like it would last forever.
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