Do you miss her?
I blinked. Did I what? This was my best friend since preschool we were talking about, the girl whose snack and math homework I’d shared since before I had memorized my own phone number, who’d buried her cold, annoying little feet underneath me during a thousand different movie nights and showed me how to use a tampon. She’d grown up in my kitchen, she was my shadow- self—or I was hers— and Sawyer wanted to know if I missed her? What the hell kind of question was that?

Autor: Katie Cotugno

Do you miss her?<br />I blinked. Did I what? This was my best friend since preschool we were talking 	about, 	the girl whose snack and math homework I’d shared since before I had 	memorized my 	own phone number, who’d buried her cold, annoying little feet 	underneath me 	during 	a thousand different movie nights and showed 	me how to use 	a tampon. She’d grown 	up in my kitchen, she was my shadow-	self—or I was hers— and Sawyer 	wanted 	to know if I missed her? What the hell kind of question was that? - Katie Cotugno


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