You were fortunate to meet your two best friends in first grade. As the three of you got ready tonight for your last homecoming dance as high school students, I made a wish about your future. I won't share exactly what I wished for, after all I do want it to come true, but I will share this Irish proverb, (maybe it will appeal to the Irish in you); a best friend is like a four-leaf clover: hard to find and lucky to have. How lucky must you be to have found two already?
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