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Post a memory of me in the comments, even if its just an online memory -- It can be anything you want.

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- I remember the first time I met you in Mr. Young's English class.
- When weed still made you sick and Evan, Jinju, Ross and I got high in the meadow and you threw up.
- That night we almost got raped at Old As.
- All of those days at Borders gift wrapping for Travel Club.
- Fourth of July, sneaking in your window drunk off my ass.
- The night of Battle Of The Bands.
- Sitting in the bathroom at Sarah's Hapuna party.
- Sitting at Lako Street Chevron at one in the morning with Zach and Dean when that strange drunk old man pulled up blasting country music.
- You visiting me at work
- Makualani prom- after party at the Hilton.
- Open Mics.
- All of the sex, drugs and crack.
- Waikoloa missions!!!
- That specific mission at the Hilton.
- A Bay.
- Makalei Estates.
- That time you came over to my house at like one in the morning and I was all fucked up on Asprin and vodka and you wouldn't let me sleep.
- Starbucks, Buns in the Suns, BK,...
- PARKING LOTS.
- That time at the lagoon with BIF and you decided to go exploring by yourself...
- You being the person I call for everything and anything.
- You and Alex scrounging for money on Ali'i.
- The night Blaire and I missioned it out to Waikoloa and met you , COdy and Pat, and ended up running from the cops and hiding in the bushes.
- Me cryign my eyes out in Mikella's lap on the way home from Hilo, after you texted me "I'm not coming back, Lita."
- Scattergories.
- Boyfriends, makeup and tears.
- Black tar opium, crack, weed, X, shrooms...
- ALCOHOLICS FOR LIFE!
- Your party, me kicking everyone out.
- All of the let downs, disappointments, and smiles.
- You practically lived with me for a while.
- Your wings.
- Your monroe, your lip ring, your nose rings.
- That night you were going to steal your moms car and come pick Evan and I up, but Evan and I ended up alone, and yeah...let's not elaborate.
- No emo, no beans.
- CRACKWHORES FO' LYPHE, YO!
- bittet bitches, say what?
- "I'm not a fucking kindergartener!!!"
- "Even though I can't walk straight, or talk straight, I want you to know that you're my best friend."
- All of the screaming, laughing and aggravation.
- Our plans to leave.
- Our plans to stay.
- I go through boys like chocolate and friends like alcohol, you're a merlot.

I love you.