I’m dreading the end of the summer. All of my friends are leaving me for college, and my best friend’s going to turn out like all the others.
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I’m dreading the end of the summer. All of my friends are leaving me for college, and my best friend’s going to turn out like all the others.
Now I remember why we stopped hanging out. Because you’re an asshole. Leave now.
Never freakin’ again. You can’t do one thing for me.