On the nook of your porch in sweatshirts, the puppies penned in beside us, a breeze coming through,
You were studying dental anatomy and I was redditting and laughing and we ate coconut pops and funyuns and you vaped and I drank cold beer and nodded at the neighbors coming home from picnics until the sun came down.
Then, I turned and looked at you and said, after not saying anything for a long time,
"Is this what old people do?"
And you said, "yup, and hollering at kids to get off our lawn, this is exactly what they do. Don't you want that? Don't you wanna grow old with me?"
"I do," I said, "I wanna get old and just sit here on the porch with you forever."
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