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It was that time of year again, the one where everyone rushed around signing yearbooks and giggling over long standing inside jokes. It was strange to think that this would be the last time, the last year, the last book that she'd ever pass around. She wasn't surprised by many of the superlatives - except perhaps her own. Then again if she stopped to consider the fact she was running off to American for at least the summer and maybe the next year it made more sense. It was sappy, but a memento to have with her would be nice.