You know, I finally realized what it is that I want. Other than those ridiculously expensive Dior Homme gold, Cuban-heeled boots from three seasons ago. I want a group of friends who are willing to sit on my bed with me, pizza, some good beer, and shoot the shit. I love talking. It's never done enough. And if it is, it's always with pretense. So, I
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Hopefully next year we'll be in the same class and we can do that throughout our whole 11th grade existence. Unless you do something stupid like... going back to your old school.
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