Janet 163 x 365

Janet and Diane were best friends unless they were enemies. They were enemies at Marcia’s birthday sleepover. Janet became my best friend for the night. Diane chose Marcia and because it was Marcia’s party they got the head of the twin bed. Janet and I shared the foot, with Chris.

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Mali said…
"Janet became my best friend for the night."

I loved that ... ahh childhood, how fickle we were!
2/24/07, 4:38 PM
Indigo Bunting said…
A short story, well told, captures so much.
2/25/07, 8:14 AM
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