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So I used to be BFFs with this girl. I can’t possibly remember the day we met because our first ever picture together was on my second birthday when she was a baby in a stroller and I was standing by her side eating a candy. And there’s this other picture on my third birthday where she’s two and her father is holding us and we both have candies. And after those, many, many others came.
We were neighbors. Her older brothers were friends with my older sisters and they would spend all day riding bikes, skating, running around and playing on the street, so we were together a lot. And then we started going to each other’s house almost every day. We would play with our Barbie dolls and make crafts and her mother would paint our nails. My sister would always play with us, make Lego towns and huge houses and play pretend school. We loved the Olsen twins so we would always pretend to be twins (I was Mary-Kate and she was Ashley) and we would speak an awful pretend-English and walk around our backyards and our neighborhood pretending to solve cases and run away from bad guys. We made a plan to get her brother and my sister to date. It worked for a while.