Friends Forever, or something like that...
lessons in friendship
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One million years ago, when I was but a young bride of nineteen, my “best friend” got pregnant in college and her life kind of fell apart. She would call me (back when that meant something because long-distance calls were expensive) heartbroken over what was happening with her boyfriend-turned-fiancé. She would complain about how they had nothing, were pressured into getting married, and how hard adulthood in general was. I loved her. We’d been friends since the 8th grade. We’d been born the same day and, for a time, loved the same boy. She knew all of my secrets.