that those around me are just fulfilling their bare minimum. I was the friend who would open my closet to gal pals when they needed a last-minute outfit to wear to someone’s sixteenth birthday bash or a dinner date with a new boy. They would come at random times, dig through my things, grab what they needed, and go, leaving my room like it was hit by a tornado. The most disappointing part is when you ask to do the same, but the favor is not returned. I was the friend on-call. People would only call…
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