Somehow the rifts, and differences within the group have just been forgotten.
There's a very cool odd sense of closeness that I certainly didn't feel when I was in primary six.
But heck, its a good thing who am I to complain.
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It's funny how people change when you don't.
Or at least not as much.
It was very strange seeing her and contrasting that picture with the one in my memory.
She's really not the same person.
For once, someone who I don't know at all knows me reasonably well.
Feels strange, and good.
I like version 2.0 better anyway.
Shhhhhh, version 2.0 probably likes me better too.
