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Marker of the Week!
Introducing the Marker of the Week!
Keeganah, good ole keegs. i remember being very confused about your name the first time i met you (yah frosh religion with swof). now i can't imagine you with any other name. i love how you love to read and learn and how grades and such don't matter to you. that's is the epitome of coolness, methinks. you're my webster buddy and i'm really going to miss going to the library and seeing you. i loved your prom dress and i love this picture of you at tower grove. so purty.
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ah keegan. damn. the first time i met you nora was up at school wtih you and i was like "are you two twins" and you were like "no" and snotty about it too but nora was
nice. thats the first memory i have of you. you bieng a bitch.
i mean seriously out of everyone i probably have most of my fond memories with you. water bullets. getting to your house at 8 in the morning when our class really diddnt start til like 1 or something just so icould see your dads hot employees. europe. ha europe. that guy named nate sneaking into our room.
well there are too many to list but you have always been there for me when i needed you and you are such a good friend. im going to miss you so much this year and i hope that we can still party when im down at mizzou. love ya girl
keegan i don't even know where to start. during the early years at nerinx i always thought you were really cool and cooky. senior year i got to know you better and you are so amazing. your house was amazing and was the place of many hilarious instances (such as brownie mix...). your new house is fun to sit on the porch and eat popsicles. you are so hysterical ... i love you babe. :)
i love ya! i don't like to be cheesy, but you rock. I love the way you dance, um, except that one dance....
anyway, i miss you a ton, especially when we're out at a party! :( You must come visit because we're, like, an hour away.
I miss my Keegan. I feel like crying now. :( Love ya, Keegs.
nageek! oh, i love you. i think i actually met you sophomore year, and we were in lit class together and, by george, we were the best hobos ever! and i'll never forget that you encouraged me to go back to camp because you knew i could do it and that summer made me who i am today. so you are part of that. congratulations. i love those moments that we have, like at taco bell with my broken car, and like, "keegan, she can be a dyke if she wants to." oh, good times.
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