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© Lauren DiMarco

Everyone has a “best friend” during each stage of life – only the precious few have the same one.

In the summer before starting high school, a girl with a charming British accent moved into the house across the street from me. We were inseparable for three years – pouring over Seventeen magazines, sewing matching outfits, and attending Canadian Girl in Training classes.

I wish we had kept in touch.