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I miss Malmö.
Wasting all my money on Skittles.
The boy in the cashier at Weekday.
How five hours at times feel like ten minutes.
How I always break at least two things that I have bought,
how I never notice it before I am back home.
I miss the DJ's on the street, and the girl who secretly
drew a picture of me on the train.
I miss looking sceptical on pictures.

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