They say relationships fade with time and distance.
Such a view is violently vexing. I used to have vast visions of myself voraciously vouchsafing the very vestige of this volatile relationship but in vain, as its visage appears to fall victim to vicissitudes of the voyage of voyages - life. Yet to allow this bond to vanish from vicinity will be a vice, a virulent visitation, a violent violation of the vox populi.
However it stands vivified that this class is no vacant vaudeville. Its valour can never vanish, its vitality can never be vanquished, and no voodoo veteran nor vicious vermin can be the villain to veer it towards void. Verily, the valiant volition to vanguard the value and veracity of this verdict will be held as a votive, a vow forever vindicated by the vocal vigilant visionaries of the class.
That was the verbose version. A layman would say, "I will always be a part of S5, vice versa."
(Dedicated to my new-found lover, V.
Forgive the Vocabulary.)
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