It’s sad to say aloud, but it’s all I’ve ever wanted. Maybe it’s because when my parents would pass out on the sofa, exhausted from a day of strong liquor and loud arguments, I’d sit on the rug in front of the television and watch The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants on mute. I longed to have friends like that. Friends I could complain about my parents to and who’d invite me to sleepovers on Saturday night so I didn’t have to hear them fighting on the other side of my bedroom walls.
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