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We approached the other side which was a section that I assumed people would come for refreshments. Waiter’s walked with different horderves on trays, and others with glasses of a pale yellow liquid. Ugh, champagne is gross.

The taste always reminded me of the one time when I was a Junior in highschool. Saniyah’s mom was having a party, to celebrate her scholarship she received.

I had spent the night that night which was surprising to me that my mom had agreed. The reason may have been because her mother, Amanda, was a poise and honorable bitch. And my mother hated to seem neglectful around her. Or as if she wasn’t spoiling me as well with love and attention like Amanda loved to flaunt that she did.