my dearest dear friend lindear, a friend so dear it's in her nickname, is coming to town this weekend. we've known each other over half our lives (though it took twenty minutes of ardent mathematics and mr. lindear's wandering into the room and providing numerical assistance for us to figure that out). the dearness of our friendship is best captured by three things:
1) the fabled 10 ways to get kissed note, passed to partner during senior year homeroom then handed down to me, the keeper of the sacred documents.
2) the infamous page periodical, our subversive 6th grade newspaper, in which we indignantly lambasted the oppressive hall policies of our teachers and for which, after it was intercepted by said teachers, lindear was severely admonished as i awaited the verdict in the cafeteria, paralyzed by fear.
3) feburary 1993, when spangled hats seemed like a good idea.
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