Too Many Midnights

I miss midnight. I mean the old midnight, the midnight when you got to feel naughty for staying up so late, or the midnight when it was creepy to be awake all alone, or the midnight that meant it was finally Christmas. If you see midnight too many times, it loses its magic.

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