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3 years

You weren't in my second grade class which was probably for the best. A new boy moved to town and you became best friends. I hated his guts. We still played together, but not as often as before. Then one day, you knocked on my door and my dad opened it to find you crying. You never told me the story. I never asked. We ate cookie dough and watched movies until your parents came to take you home. I prayed that whoever had hurt you would get the worst case of chicken pox. I caught it within the month.

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- Katy ;)