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This is where I first met you. 8th grade, Mrs. Burgher's art class. You were such an asshole, especially when you had a pair of scissors. You would antagonize me every single day. I remember when you cut my headphone and hair all in the same day. I don't know which one made me cry more. It's a shame, you were such an adorable bitch and I let you annoy me.
You tortured me for months on end. Sticking gum in my hair, tripping me in the hallways, stealing my clothes after gym, tearing up my notes. Honestly, fuck you in eighth grade, you were such a piece of shit.
Finally, at the end of 8th grade, you sat down across from me in art and said, "I'm turning over a new leaf before high school. I want to apologize for being such an awful person to you this year. I hope we can be friends one day."
And becoming friends is exactly what happened.
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