Since I was in the 7th grade, she was my constant. Two grades my senior, she had a scooter, which in our small town, was the ultimate badge of coolness. Hanging out with her wasn’t just fun; it made me feel special, like I was part of an exclusive club. She had this vibrant personality, a laugh that was infectious, and we just clicked. Our bond was something truly unique, a friendship that felt like it was carved in stone, immune to the usual squabbles and dramas of adolescence. We shared everything, from silly school gossip to our deepest dreams.
My Best Friend is Gone, And Our Last Words Were Full of Anger
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