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Dear *Martin, It was your mysterious, roasted-coffee, brown eyes. Just a look from you made my grade one heart pitter-patter. Those luscious lashes. Thick black hair with cowlicks. But, alias, for …

Memory: the faculty by which the mind stores and remembers information. "Happy times come and go but the memories stay forever." Always creished the memory we make. make best out of it and tear it how living in the life

Daily Odd Compliment

Couldn& survive my sixth grade year without my friends! And so far they have kept me alive through middle school!