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Do you miss her?I blinked. Did I what? This was my best friend since preschool we were talking tabout, tthe girl whose snack and math homework I’d shared since before I had tmemorized my town phone number, who’d buried her cold, annoying little feet tunderneath me tduring ta thousand different movie nights and showed tme how to use ta tampon. She’d grown tup in my kitchen, she was my shadow-tself—or I was hers— and Sawyer twanted tto know if I missed her? What the hell kind of question was that?
