And We Meet Again...

And We Meet Again...

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Here I am sitting on the couch across from my best friend Louis, making silly faces and laughing so hard that we can't breathe. I've known Louis since Kindergarten and now we are in the 8th grade, getting ready to go into high school... But that's the thing... When high school stated, me and Louis completely lost touch. We go to different schools and I remember how we always talked about being best friends forever.. but that didn't happen. I lost my best friend and that left me heart broken for years.. but I met two girls named Molly & Kate who helped me through it. But enough of me talking. Here's how I found my best friend.. and ended up falling in love with him. Crazy right?
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