year seven, where we were fresh and the years were young! observe how my hair looks positively dashing. the person at the front doesn't even require explanation. i love what she's wearing.

year eight, when the years were yet young, but we were slightly older. no idea what we were doing. GOOD TIMES
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can't touch this
I think it's clear to see why I love maria so very much. She's my sunshine, she's my star, she's my knight in shining armour. without maria i'd probably be in a dark abyss right now, eating doritos. she took me out of the maze, she's number one. and i love her, even though we don't talk much anymore which is SHOCKING