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I giggled at my high school graduation when I realized the boy I was walking beside to our seats was the same boy that held my hand at the roller rink in second grade.
I giggled at my high school graduation when I realized the boy I was walking beside to our seats was the same boy that held my hand at the roller rink in second grade.
I wasn't the valedictorian, but the speech I gave to the class was so much better than hers.
On graduation day, I gave my worst enemy since sixth grade a two-page poem that explained I hadn't ever really hated him.