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On keys to open secret doors, and other teenagerhood nonsense

I clearly remember downing a plastic bottle full of gin and tonic in the bitter cold of Austria’s winter. Feet in the snow, dirty jeans, more probably than not a band t-shirt, an overcast sky. We giggled, faces hidden by the water vapour coming out of our mouths. My hands felt raw and numb. Our […]