Her name was Marie. We met the first day of sixth grade and almost instantly became best friends. We did all the things preteen best friends do - passing notes in class, sleeping over at each others' houses on the weekends, giggling and laughing and carrying on whenever we were together. I was always a shy kid, never good at making friends. I'd
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I could never have been friends with Marie again after that. You don't deal with your problems by being cruel to others. You just don't. And "being upset about an aunt's divorce" is not remotely an excuse for what she did to you. :(
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*Hugs* I agree with no point going back to the past. Let the scar heal..:)
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