My close friend kept telling me, “You need to move on,” and though it felt impossible, I eventually found a way to cope. She was always there for me, offering …
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I remember her taking me with her, holding my hand as we walked through the bustling streets of our small town. The kitchen was always warm and smelled of homemade …
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