Big houses. Construction. Tiny streets disappear and with that, my childhood. T town, I hope you don’t look hella different the next time I see you.
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Maybe In Madras 
That would shatter any memories of childhood. Hoping it stays the same :(
I do too. But thats hoping against hope. :)