I met my best friend
when I was in preschool. We’re hardly apart now. We’re basically the same
person. Only our appearance is different; she is short with dark hair and eyes,
and I am tall with blonde hair and blue eyes. Our thoughts, though, our
actions- they’re all the same. What we like, what we do, who we like- only a
few minor things set us apart. What we wear, people we can’t stand- she’s an
extension of me and I of her.
I can’t imagine my life without her. So many of my
stories start with, “So me and my best friend were hanging out...” We spend so
much time together during the summer that she almost lives with me.
Our best and our worst times, they include each other.
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