well. the end of junior year, it would seem.
junior year was work. junior year was hunching over the keyboard in the wee hours of the morning, looking at the clock and then looking in the mirror and then starting to cry. junior year was the lounge. junior year was attempting to take little naps on the couches. junior year was the time i put my face
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NO COMMA AFTER MACARTHUR PARK.
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moreover i love you,
gel
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junior year was getting down on our knees and searching for sporophytes on ferns with gentle hands.
junior year was constantly using the excuse "i have too much work" when ultimately deciding not to go out on a friday night.
junior year was watching mari sing "like a prayer" WAY TOO MANY TIMES. but it really never gets old.
junior year will be the predecessor to an amazing summer.
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fuck im going to miss her.
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i am SO sad that i never got to experience that.
...damn.
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