**** is no longer a name that reminds me of the one I went to school with. I hope I don't go to South because I don't want to face many people I was willing and not willing to put up with last year in 8th grade. Damn, 8th grade sounds like such a childish time. 8 will forever remind me of an infant. Maybe I'll move and that won't happen. I am
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Love always,
Mary
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