#friendship
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It’s the waiting that kills you. We should be thankful.This time they caught it early,as if a life sentence hasany other way of running out. We should be thankfulthat she fell in the showerthe crack of sudden vision loss in the steam,keep the chipped tile as a good luck charmsince they found the tumor again
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“How did you become friends?” “We met in kindergarten, awaiting our parents to take us home for the day. I saw she needed more crayons to color with, so I offered mine to her. We arbitrarily decided right then that we’re sisters.” “And it’s now thirty years later, how did you maintain that level of
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