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Taking Chances

I’d like to say I called my best friend and discussed the postcard until we both fell asleep on the phone, but I didn’t. Primarily, because I didn’t have a best friend. I didn’t have friends, period. Most of the time that didn’t bother me, but sometimes I wished I had a friend with whom I could discuss every detail of my life. One who wouldn’t judge me or make fun of the silly things I thought or said or did. But alas, I did not, so I was left with my books on a dreary weekend while my sister spent the time with her best friend, Hope, and her dreaded brother.

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