A weekend with Katie, who knew me when I was going through puberty. And somehow that didn't turn her away. She lives on the other coast now and we often behave as though it's hard to work around the time zones for a chat. But being together again is a good reminder of what makes old friends so valuable. You don't have to rehash the past to understand sub-contexts, and when they call you a creampuff fatty, you know it's a compliment.
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Cherish it. I don't have anything in common with people and best friends from my past, even though I still see them (every year, if lucky.) High school. forget about it. I don't know one person. It sucks but thats life. Thats growing up into your own person.
PS, it's nice to see a blog from you!
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