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  <title>Comments on 'Converse Sneakers'</title>
  <subtitle>She had drawn a snail on her blue converse sneakers. I knew it wasn't the most astute reason for wanting to make a friend, but something about her drew me towards her, as though she had some sort of magnet in her. 

&amp;quot;I'm Lexi,&amp;quot; she said, the first time I approached her. &amp;quot;I'm new. Who are you?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Allison,&amp;quot; I replied shakily. I hadn't had a friend in so long that I wasn't sure how to act; what to say to another girl. She smiled the most beautiful smile.

From that moment on, we were inseparable. All through junior high, I had the friend I had always dreamed of. Lexi helped me survive algebra, my first date, and a case of mono. Any time I needed her, she was there.

Then we started high school. It was homecoming week when Lexi walked out into the parking lot; it was a Monday that my life was devastated. It was 4:12pm that my best friend in the world was killed.

Even now, as I fill out college apps, I know I will never have another friend like Lexi. And to this day, I always draw a snail on my converse sneakers.</subtitle>
  <updated>2007-10-20T19:07:00Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Converse Sneakers</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;aww&amp;#8230; it&amp;#8217;s so cute</content>
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    <published>2007-10-20T19:07:00Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>`espressotherapy.</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Converse Sneakers</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;love it! I like how you took a very small detail and made it matter,... made it a memory! this is an unforgettable story.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11762?basename=18584</id>
    <published>2007-10-19T20:58:17Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Mistress Elsha Hawk</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Converse Sneakers</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;awwwwwww. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;yeah mr. snail. work tht converse.&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11762?basename=18533</id>
    <published>2007-10-19T19:14:52Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>One Time, One Chance</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Converse Sneakers</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Something like this actually happened where I live; a girl was hit by a car on homecoming week. This is how I imagine her best friend must have felt.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-10-19T16:31:41Z</published>
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      <name>someday_93</name>
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