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So I'm writing Alexandra's "good bye" message in her yearbook in English today.
I simply start with her name, and the usual "hey what's going on?" stuff.
I ponder for a moment how to start it all off, and all of a sudden millions of emotions slam into me.
I remember the stupid little things, the major things, and the fun times.
It all chills in my throat, restraining my oxygen supply.
I tear up, realizing that we're almost done.
SEVEN days people.
Seven days.
*sigh*