On my lunch break, I watch the snow decide to melt or persist while tapping my foot to Fall Out Boy. Patrick Stump still sings the songs he did to move my teenage mind, but we’re both fooling ourself and I’m fine with that for a few minutes. He can still be a hero to wasted youth and I can still be young.
In a few minutes, back to work.
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Haha! Love the music references!