Wow, interesting. We did not know any of this, as Ian couldn't make the games due to work. We wanna go to da party, if you guys could give Ian's phone a call for da directions, or he'll try to call tommorrow.
Main Entry: fair-weather Function: adjective 1 : loyal only during a time of success I spent 6 years by your side, up until the day you grew up in High school. I can't really complain, maturity affects us all differently, but you made senior year a trial for me. When Andy's affection towards me was appearent, you took it. I let go, found John, found love. Every enemy of yours was mine, including the man you called an unfeeling monster to me in private, but still call friend today. Do I mind being the one you ranted to when all was bad? Nah. I did the best I could going through me own maturity. You pulled away farther and farther, as our "cliques" became better defined and less closely entwined. But I'd call when I had the time. You had too many friends from collage visiting, though, and every time I invited you out you were sick. John's Birthday bash two years ago I BEGGED you to come over, to get away from Andy for a little while, and finally you relented. And met Schramm. To which, you've never actually given me credit. Did I care
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Don't call, don't write. Good luck in life, I hope you really do well in this newspaper gig. Don't fuck it up like you did collage, 'cause my mom went out on a limb for you here. Don't FUCK with my family, and I'll stay away from yours. When you're old, I hope this era causes no regret for you, I really do. Because I am more happy and light hearted at typing this than I have been since Senior year. Later, hopefully Never,
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1 : loyal only during a time of success I spent 6 years by your side, up until the day you grew up in High school. I can't really complain, maturity affects us all differently, but you made senior year a trial for me. When Andy's affection towards me was appearent, you took it. I let go, found John, found love. Every enemy of yours was mine, including the man you called an unfeeling monster to me in private, but still call friend today. Do I mind being the one you ranted to when all was bad? Nah. I did the best I could going through me own maturity. You pulled away farther and farther, as our "cliques" became better defined and less closely entwined. But I'd call when I had the time. You had too many friends from collage visiting, though, and every time I invited you out you were sick. John's Birthday bash two years ago I BEGGED you to come over, to get away from Andy for a little while, and finally you relented. And met Schramm. To which, you've never actually given me credit. Did I care ( ... )
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