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Every year....around this time it happens. You can almost feel it coming. A force not to be reckoned with....not to be denied.
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When it happens you cannot run. You cannot hide. The reason: you cannot escape time. It will come. You will feel its wrath. There is no escaping....
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....the early summer high school graduation parties!
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| Come on. You have to go. It's my cousin's sister's nephew. They gave us $20 bucks for our wedding! | |
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| No escape. There is truly no escape. | |
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