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Haha! Awesome. And cool if you really did not have a copy of the photo!One of my dear cousins recently posted some older pics of me as well. Ahhh, Facebook!
I went through this weird phase in my early 20s when I decided that memories were more important than photos--that if I truly remembered something, I shouldn't "need" a photo of it. Chucked all my photos--that's why my "Spotlight on..." in the staff room was so low on images. Stupid phase.I was psyched to see this photo posted (though I must admit that in my memory I looked much cuter). But I like it also for where I can pin it in my history: I'd come out to my parents about two weeks earlier, and would start dating my first girlfriend (who, all grown up now, just had a baby, photos of whom I also got to see on Facebook this week) within a week.
That is a great Roxy costume.Photos of my in my most awkward youth are all over Facebook. It makes me want to die a little.
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