....I wake up, the morning of the 9th, feeling melancholy. It feels very, very foreign...like sadness doesn't belong in a place like this. I decide to do my best not to look too far ahead my own footsteps. I am still, afterall, in paradise... We all wake up and have breakfast, Adam packing his things and hitting the "road" (slash slow boat to Lombok, then Bali) before the rest of us. I take one more stroll down the strip, running into the dozens of friends I have somehow managed to make in the short time I have been here. They say when you live in a small town you know everybody. I always attach a time frame to that, like say "I grew up in a small town and I know everybody" or "I've lived in
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