(You arrive outside your old High School, ready to kick-off a night of nostalgia and mocking your former classmates. Just ahead of you waiting on the steps is a blonde haired bombshell, who sees you and lights up, waving, walking to you, hips swaying) Oh...my...God?! Is that really you? It's me, Veronica. She smiles wide, and holds her arms out, awaiting a hug You owe me a hug. 10 damn years! No calls, no texts... she pouts Not even a lousy chain-letter. Did you miss me?
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