I want this year to end in sunshine and perfection. Instead, I am left counting lasts: last lit mag, last lit mag snack, last movie night, last cramming all the yearbook staff in to Hattrick's office...
Same here: last vocal concert, last dance performance, last FQs, last NHS meeting, last time I'll ever see people I don't really care about and maybe the last time I'll see some people I do care about. I hate counting down, because then it's here and then it's over. We have to make this a really amazing last week, okay?
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