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Deleting our texts won't make a difference because I will
Deleting our texts won't make a difference
because I will never forget what you said.
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posted February 11, 2013 at 5:35pm UTC tagged with hurt, fighting, break up
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- 2012 Bucketlist -sneak out three times *never with the same people -hug a ginger -take a picture in a photo booth 3 times *always different people and place -have a paint fight -have a whipped cream fight -have a mud fight/wrestle -play tag in a mall or store -play hide and seek in a store (walmart or target) -say yes to everything for a day, no exceptions -buy a fish -plant something and take care of it -play a huge game of laser tag -go bridge jumping -sleep outside -play spin the bottle -do complete makeovers *hair included -all day movie marathon (maybe harry potter) -all day Disney movie marathon -spend a whole night out -cook a feast -build an intensely huge sand castle -dance in the rain -buy a pregnancy test *really early in the morning wearing clothes from the night before -pull an all nighter (try a game night) -girl and boy sleepover -go hard on mini golf and bet money on winning -legit game of truth or dare -buy and wear publicly an outfit out of a magazine -jump in a pool with clothes on -go to a midnight premiere to a movie -roof top talk at midnight -make a music video -go without electronics for a day -get a piercing -throw a surprise party -make camp fire with sticks -tie die a shirt
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