They knew you with braces and bad perms and neon clothing and pimples and jealousy and parachute pants and no taste in music and insecurity and violent tendencies and pettiness and puberty. And despite it all they still like you.
I may look awkward with my braces now, Tiffany, but just you wait. Once this perm grows out and I get my retainer I will be the popular one. In fact, I noticed my training bra was feeling a little tight lately. Womanhood here I come.
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