The only true friend that I had ever really had at school was Emily Richardson. She was a stubby-nosed, freckle-faced bookworm, spending all her time cooped up in the library, reading fat books from cover-to-cover. Perhaps that was why we hit it off… until she accused me of kissing her boyfriend. Turns out she didn't know me as well as I had thought. I'd never even kissed a boy. We were only eight.
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