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We used to hang out on weekends until you moved, then I moved. We both moved on.
We used to have good times, but all good things must come to an end, it seems.
Games at your place, but the time for games has ended.
Movies at my place, but the credits have rolled.
I think of all of you with fondness and remember the good times we had. Sometimes I still wish for it.
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