We’ll start a store selling just what we like. I’ll be maid of honor in your wedding and you’ll be co-maid with my sister but only cause she’d disown me if I didn’t let her. Get tattoos that only spell something when we stand together. Follow some jam band one summer, grooving on lawns, refusing drugs usually. A secret dog named Freshman Fifteen we’ll have to hide in the rafters during inspection. We’ll have a secret code for hot boys in passing. Be those funny cute girls everybody’s got an eye on. We’ll room together at State, cover the walls floor-to-ceiling with incense posters of pop dweebs gone wry. Double-date at a roadside diner exactly halfway between our homes. We’ll nab some serious studs but tell each other everything. We’ll get our braces off on the same day, chew whole packs of gum. We’ll extend cell plans and chat through favorite shows like a commentary track just for each other. We’ll send real letters like our grandparents did, handwritten in smart cursive curls. We’ll get a pair of those half-heart necklaces so every ask n’ point reminds us we are one glued duo.
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