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Jun 2014
When you were little, they would always ask you who your best friend is. But I simply couldn't choose. And they'd always get mad.
And now I'm thinking about it, it's just like choosing between wearing your left or right shoe. You need them both to walk normal and comfortable and stuff.Β Β 
I should have given that answer back then. And I wonder if they'd stop being mad.
Written by
megan catcher
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