Cali

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As she fiddles with the radio,

Cali's blue-and-purple bracelet

twists and slides

on her arm.

The summer

between fifth and sixth grades,

we rode our bikes

to the pool

almost every day.

Then we came home

and made necklaces and bracelets

out of beads.

We loved

sitting

and talking

and making

beautiful jewelry

together.

We sold our creations

to kids in the neighborhood.

My dad called us little entrepreneurs.

I called us best friends.

"You still wear the bracelet I made for you," I say,

thinking how it's so amazing

she's kept it

all this time.

"I love it.

Where's the one I made for you?"

"I lost it."

"I'll make you another one," She says.

"We can buy some beads at the mall."

That's Cali.

The one who will do

anything for me.

Thank God for Cali.

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