but all the times. spent laughing and crying, hitting and hugging. have been the upmost best years since the sixth grade. since the day i saw you, sitting near me in choir. we cryed over elvis together. and patted eachother on the face with tissues. linked arms like the loser middle school kids still do. and walked like we were the shit. making fun
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