We were young. Maybe five, maybe six. I remember the warm summer wind blowing my hair back as we stood on the sidewalk, watching the planes fade off into the distant expanse of the sky. "That's gonna be us someday," we would say wistfully, waiting for the days we'd be big girls in a big world that could only offer us the lives we dreamed of... and
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<3 reneé
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use that shit for college essays
and im out.
[end of post] beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep
-h mac
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