Bestie

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I miss the nicknames we used to give the people we disliked.

I miss how we walked everywhere with our arms linked.

I miss how your cute and ridiculous laugh topped mine 10 times
More.

I miss the cheekiness of when our teacher moved my seat, and I still shouted over to you.

I miss the stupid inside jokes we used to bring up, that were meaningless to everyone, yet meant everything to us.

I miss how we just understood each other.

I miss how you understood me.

And all I'm saying, is that I miss my bestie.

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