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The air is sticky outside, a sure sign that summer is on the brink of overwhelming us. And though I'm excited, I can't help but notice the panic signal going off in the pit of my stomach. I have it a lot better than most other couples, and I'm not even that upset that Kenny's going to college because he's going to be staying at home, but I'm going to miss the senior class. PROM was absolutely fantastic, but it went by too quick. I want it back. I want all of you to be in the same spot again. I don't want you to leave. I can officially say that the 2005 class is made up of some of the best people I know. You're supposed to think of this whole graduating thing as the start of a new beginning, but it still seems like an end to me. I'm not even the one leaving! But I guess "it's easier to leave than to be left behind..." -LA.
Love,
Kaitlyn
***Babysitting overnight at the aunt's.
"If you can't handle me at my worst, you don't deserve me at my best."
Love,
Kaitlyn
***Babysitting overnight at the aunt's.
"If you can't handle me at my worst, you don't deserve me at my best."