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My night consisted many well-dressed kids.

Some embarrassing dance moves.

And A LOT of Abby-loving.

The poem Esther and I wrote for Abby (minus Esther's portion):

"My dearest Abby Tamaray

We have a few words we’d like to say

You’ve had our backs through thick and thin

Without further a do, we’d like to begin

Our friendship began with a bit of fear

But in an awkward music room, it became clear

That pretty soon we’d make a good team

And travel the world, living the dream

We rule the school, as pres and vice

And get along like Cookies and Spice

I thank God for you every day

Because without you, my skies would be gray

We give you these roses, from Park and Ho

From the bottom of our hearts, we love you so"

It wasn't a tear-jerker by any means and these jumbled up words can barely express the amount of appreciation this girl deserves, but I hope an entire night of celebrating her can somewhat do her justice. Somewhat. Abby is a truly wonderful person, and everyday should be a debut for her!

Things I Like:

#12.

These heels will probably be the death of me, but I really like them. They're officially broken in, and hopefully they won't break me at grad.