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Dear FutureMe, I new there was something that did something like this. It's very cool, although I did have the idea myself. Today I found the meaning of life by going to town to post Mum's birth certificate and other important documents by special delivery, and buy her mouth ulcer pastilles and chocolate. Remember that if you ever get sad, FutureMe. Remember... er... your little cluster of year nine boys with borderline sexualities! And sunshine and wind and that oh-so-tidy room, and Columbo, and Dad and Easter and concerts. What are you doing? Oh my god, SC is gone and you're half-way through year eleven and Mum should be better now and you're doing you're GCSEs soon, you should have done your Grade Seven and been to France and had a summer holiday, and I wonder if you've had another boy? Remember B? Yes, eeeeeeeeew. Remeeember? Were you trying to forget him? Haa. Have a good life, remember your past self. Me x