Lisa took another sip of her cocktail.
“Oh my God!” she exclaimed, “I haven’t shown you my pictures from Thailand!”
“Oh yes! Let me see!” squealed Anne. 1,940 more words
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Making friends is hard. Maybe not so much if you’re 6, but at almost thirty, I’m finding the task harder and harder.
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