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Camping out w/ festival Michael and getting so drunk you end up in his lap by the fire, his jacket draped over your shoulders and his fingers in your hair, him wearing a daisy chain crown that you had made him four drinks ago and softly humming as someone else in your little cluster of friends plays guitar, and him going on to trace the matching temporary tattoos you both got after you had pouted “c'mon mike! let’s get into the festival spirit!” to which of course he couldn’t say no to but now he wanted the tiny flowers to be inked into his skin permanently as a reminder of that night and how he finally came to the conclusion that you were both destined to grow and die together