If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad. I promise not to come after you with a spatula, either way. Or I might. But only if you ask me nicely
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the signs: "men below please don't throw", our return and adventure to your dad's house: "HUGE EYES-what did nici just run over with the car??" our trip with kyle to the beach where you woke up scared and ...er saved us and injured kyle. going to the japanese resturant and not knowing that i didn't have to sit on my knees, that there was a leg space under the table. kayaking in your grandma's backyard. the time where we saw phantom of the opera 9 million times. the time we went to see sammi in vancouver and got lost and didn't know where the hell we were. john mayer/maroon 5 concert. driving aimlessly around portland because it was fun. getting tickets and seeing "the graduate". getting used to every asian resturant and store in portland. going to the mall and loving a perfume and you hating it only to get it as a surprise christmas present.
ah the things we've done, mmm those were the days!
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And also how randomly I met you. I never volunteer to drive anyone! hahaha!
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