Cht. 1:How the hell are we friends?

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When I was only three years old, I meet the world's most beautiful little baby. Bridget Dawn born on January 9. We have been friends ever since. One day I had to move, for work, and Bridget came with me. We had to go all the way to New Jersey. It was scary but we made it all the way up there from Flordia. Bridget packed three bags or just cloths, it was horrible. When we finally got there we stayed up in a penthouse suite it was amazing. We got ready, I was wearing a faded orange sun dress, with an denim jacket and white sandals from Richmond one. And Bridget was wearing a a mint green dress, tan high heels, her tan billfold, and her lucky locket.
er grandmother her. We went sightseeing went to the festival's, the farewell on the ferry.
Hey Amanda do you want to get to Starbucks l the street. Ask Bridget. Sure said Amanda. Amanda didn't really want to go but she knew her friend Love's Starbucks. While there Bridget ordered a frappe Karma Lotte and I ordered dark coffee dark roast French 0lllroast. While sitting down Amanda felt a tap on her shoulder. And this is where the true story begins...

 And this is where the true story begins

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