cried. I don't know why I cried, but I cried. Loz cried too, and we stood outside her building hugging until her mum beeped the horn and they shot off down the road without a look back. I stood there for a while, unsure of what to do, until her dad pulled me in for another hug and offered to get us both a pizza. He understood. He understood what we'd both lost, knew as well as I did that once Loz started her fancy new life in the city, she wouldn't want to come back to crummy Vibbington any time soon. I didn't want to believe it, but I won't pretend our friendship was fairy-tale perfect,
