You Can’t Make Old Friends
I begrudgingly called Mackenzie, and we sat on the phone in silence for a miserable hour. You see, by middle school, she was already my ex best friend.
So It Began
We met at a summer camp the year I moved to Indiana from Colorado a sad, lonely 11-year-old.
Opposites, somehow we became best friends. She was tall, lanky and pr...
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