Somewhere Only We Know just had its fourth anniversary and what the actual frickity frack, you guys.

When did that happen? Who allowed this? This story could go to preschool. This story could talk smack to me and draw pictures of itself. People who read this story in high school are in college now. The sands of time grow abrasive. Even now, I feel the claws of Father Time drag across my cheek as I the cold chasms of time whisp--

Ahem.

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