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The Next Step


Five, four, three, two more months until we spread our wings and fly. One chapter of our life ends as the next begins. The laughs, friends, tears, and enemies all become things in the past. We walk across the stage, shake hands, grab our diplomas and throw our caps in the air. Excited, yet scared of what is to come. Moving on from the last thirteen years of our lives. Going our separate ways. But there is one thing we will never forget-- Once an Eagle, Always an Eagle.
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