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Yuck. Those plaid skirts. Thank god middle school is over.
On the radio, uh-oh. On the radio, uh-oh.
The first time I ever rode in a limo, that I can remember at least, was prom. All of us girls were in our big poofy gowns and the boys looked sharp in tuxes with varying vest colors. Such a big night in our minds, yet, I really can't remember anything else about it now....
When she was younger, that backpack was her treasured gold. It carried all her knick-knacks, all of her secrets. And no one would ever find them. It was all hers and no one else's.
I remember how we sat by the river. The city in front of us on the other side of the bridge. All lit up in front of us. Like a dream, but better because it was real. And I was in your arms.
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