January 2010

This story is a quick thought on something my dad used to say to me over and over again throughout my years in high school.  I guess he noticed that I felt this fantastic never-ending bond with every last person that I hung out with in those days...and he would remind me of my naiveness by saying, "you will be lucky if you have one true friend as you grow older, Beth."  And I would defend my friendships to no end. I thought nothing could tear us apart.

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