This is a high school yearbook entry to my best friend. Soul prints in the sand, seasons forever lost, soul mates coming homelove songs.
This is a note from the author to his best friend:
Dear Deb,
Most things I have to say to you dont look good written, and my feelings arent transcribed too well through a pen. But thanks for the year, or most of it anyway. It couldn't have been better. The things I have gained and how I have grown wouldn't be the same, I'm sure. Whatever you do, remember that I will support you. Whatever will always have for you. If I ever come home this summer, I will you give you a call. Okay?
Karl
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