I remember you - all those wacky stuff we used to do, lunching on the lawn, always the first pair in the free cotton candy line, checking out the dudes at union bar, how we promised we'd take helicopter lessons after seeing how hot one would look flying one. How you cried when you found out camping out actually meant sleeping in a tent, and pleaded with us to rent a caravan. How we wanted to climb Ayers Rock, and ended up on the 'chicken rocks'. The lattes, the conversations, the smiles and hugs, the "do we have to go to tutes?" look, the everything we had together.
I wished I had known about your battle earlier.
But I'm glad you won.
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