so...
i have a prom dress that i will probably replace in the next five minutes of my existence, god-sparing.
i wrote a letter to every boy i have ever known - but really to those i can remember - wondering why we progressed as we did.
why do i always sound like a slut or an addict every time i write in this thing?
my high career, again
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