Years later, do you still remember the friends who went crazy with you, the friends who went crazy with you? If we met on a street corner at a certain time of a certain year, month, and day, would we hug or greet each other, or would we just walk by indifferently? The temperature of rubbing shoulders would be cold, and the sharp air would cut through our breath. You would choke, but have no tears. The songs you listened to together are still on a loop. Will the next song still be friends...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
