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  <description>Friends. The people who contribute to who I am, they are with me wherever I go, and as history gets rewritten in small ways with each passing day, my love for them only grows. Because the truth is... these are the best of times of our lives. Mistakes are made, hearts are broken, harsh lessons learned, but all of that will recede into fond memory. How does it happen? Why are we so quick to forget the bad and romanticize the good? Maybe it&apos;s because we need to believe that the time we spent together actually meant something, that we were there for each other in a time in our lives that defined us all, a time in our lives that we will never forget. I can&apos;t swear this is exactly how it happened. But this is how it felt.</description>
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