And I loved her so much, well as much as an 11 year old could. We were close friends, hung out a lot, and had a good time together, I thought that something could come out of it and we would be together forever. But, she and her sister, who was also a friend of mine, turned against me and joined the scum who tortured me in school. Her betrayal felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest. The last time I saw her was in a store in 1989, a while after I and presumably her graduated from high school. She didn’t see me, and I debated whether to go up to her and kiss her or slap her. I just let it go. I hope that some day, we can talk again, I wonder what she’s doing now?
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