My friend, my sister, I miss you.

It’s amazing, really.

How we could go from being the best of friends to not being able to talk to each other. All because of my dad and his stupid job transfer.

Although we do sometimes talk, it’s not as often as I’d like. Nowhere near it, really. Once every three months… I’m sorry if that’s not enough for me.

Almost sisters, that’s how close we were. and I hated it, hated it, HATED IT when I had to move.

And we had plans. We were gonna take over the preschool. Remember?

That would’ve been fun, although we would’ve gotten caught. Sisters in the office. Hehe.

All in all, I miss you, Katie. As a friend, as a sister, and as a partner in crime.

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