Home. Home to high school friends and a vast recollection of memories. You've hardly changed at all. Apart from diamond rings and new classrooms, you're all the same. I love you for it. I love you for still being the people that you were three years ago. We played "Remember when," until our hearts were full and the groundskeeper entered. Thank you, for wanting to remember. For wanting to keep in touch, but mostly, for the heartfelt party favors. Carissa will forever be in my pocketbook.
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