My senior class.I watched

My senior class.

I watched as they bragged about how close a group they were,

how inclusive, loving and accepting they were.

They attempted to make friends with everyone.

They wanted to be remembered. 

They were touchy, feely, and sappy.

And that's why all my friends were sophomores.

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