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Our Last Summer

"We used to share a cigarette,
And throw together everything we had.
Someday I'll have it all again,
Just like way back when.

Those'll be the days that I'll be missing,
When I'm old and when I'm grey and when I stop working,
I hope that I can say when all my days are done,
We were just having fun.

Time can move so fast,
Some things were made to last,
Here's to you, my dear old friend,
From way back when."

It's been eight years. Gerard and Frank never saw each other after graduation, but a look back at Gerard's yearbook tells him something should have gone differently.
  1. Prologue
  2. Part 1
    Work for the working man