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I like Risa a lot more than I like other people.
She doesn't have the best hair, but she does have the best heart. The best attitude. The best outlook on life. I can't say she's saved me a fortune on therapy, because we all remember my rendezvous with Steve last spring, but she has listened to me cry many tears and vent on many-a-random topics.
Through college and being nine hours away and the past two years to being a plane ride and a time zone apart, she has proved herself worthy of the title: best friend that doesn't live in the same state as me, but we talk almost daily.
1 comment:
this is a great description. I think you have finally caught on to the 'You are NOT' game...
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