I did it. I yearbooked myself. These two were my favorites. First I'm seventeen in 1990, which means I would've been closer to making things work with James. I can see the Camaro parked in the driveway. I'm just stoked I was actually able to get my hair to stand out on the sides. That takes practice.
Second, I'm seventeen but a lot more mature in 1960. Put on your shaggin' shoes! If you ask me, I look like the calculus teacher that everyone hated. This was hilarious, check it out for yourself!
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