Dear twenty-one year old Lauren,
Do you know what’s happening in this picture? Aside from the panic attack you are not-so-obviously having, you’re on one of your very first dates with your future husband. I don’t really know why the two of you thought it would be a good idea to take a picture together immediately, but I guess it all worked out, didn’t it?
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