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I don't remember when we first met. We were young definitely, but outside of the faded images in my head of you running around the bright hallways of our school, I couldn't remember much of anything else. You had hair then, I think, which resembled your mother's: uncontrollably wavy, and a deep black. I also remember you being a bit of a snob. Even as a six year old, you had an amazing sense of your own self worth.
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