it's beautiful, three stones and a smooth band that wraps around her finger as no other ring could. they laughed and cried and we all smiled and yelled out our congratulations, sipping on our sparkling cider because we're too young and too poor to buy Champagne.
and then i cried a bit, because we're all growing up, despite our youth. two of us are ready to walk an aisle, with at least two more waiting on the wings. graduation is looming in the near distance and i don't know what to do except breathe.
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welcome, welcome! oh, won`t you please come in?!
what to with all this merry-making &celebration?
let`s rejoice!
yes and bemvinda again!
andagainIsayrejoice
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