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  • It’s been a almost year since she left. It was an ugly departure, sudden and complete. As if our friendship didn’t matter--had never mattered. It was like a death, really. But her ghost was still present in the lives of our mutual friends. Odd and awkward. At first, I was angry and felt betrayed. Then, my heart hurt. I missed laughing with her. There was a her-shaped hole in my life. But at some point, I’m even not sure when, I just stopped caring about her at all, and that’s probably the saddest part of the whole ridiculous thing.
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