We were trying to trace our steps and count the years, but anything after 10 is just too long.
In between sarcasm, crazy ex-girlfriends and even crazier stalkers are flutters of thank yous - quiet but constant.
I was never really sure what would be of me if the 5 of us found ourselves in the same room.
I know now.
I will be fine.
(If ever, of course.)
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