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  • It is Saturday and I am walking through the cold to see my friend. Its been a long while since I've seen her last. I miss her. Not because I haven't seen her for a while but because I miss who she used to be. Things change when we get older. She is almost a stranger... but a stranger that I met 13 years ago and have shared so many memories with.

    These thoughts run through my head as we arrive at the near by thrift store. We begin trying on all these different clothes. She puts on this black jacket and this beautiful hat. But it wasn't her. It was reminiscent of who she was but it wasn't who I knew.

    As I snapped this picture I realized that she has changed; not necessarily in a bad way but she is different. However, she is still the girl that I met in first grade. She is still the one I've shared the most laughs with. She is still gonna be there for me when times get rough. She is still my best friend and always will be.

    We will continue to change but our friendship will stay the same.
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