Everything has an end to it. Everything good and everything bad. Everything fun and everything monotone. Everything special and everything ordinary. No matter how long it takes, it has an end.
But I had never realized that that would have to apply to our friendship as well. Our time together. Not so soon, anyways. So, imagine my surprise when you dropped the bomb that day in Ms. Cummings' study hall during lunch as the four of us huddled together and devoured our lunch like there was no tomorrow as we do everyday, even now. You said you were moving in 6 months.
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