Saturday, June 5, 2010

My type of sister.

Every time we hang out we get in trouble. We got pulled up by cops, we've been caught wagging, we've snuck around, we've stolen the car for a bit longer than we should of. We feel like shit for a bit, but we end up laughing about it in a few minutes. Even though we get ourselves in the shit, I still have the best times with you. I miss you Nicole. Let's hang out again. xx

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