March 30/365 Besties

I hated her. That is not specific enough. We grew up a block apart. My mother was strict; hers was a tyrant. We had years of history, sleep overs, little girl dreams and plans. Then I crawled out my bedroom window to go to a party senior year. Marcie told her mother. We never spoke again.


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