I had a childhood friend name Bonnie who was born on April 3rd.
Every April 3rd I always think about her and where she is, what she's doing, etc.
I went to a public school for 8th grade while she stayed at the Catholic School where we met.
She's white.
I'm black.
She was my best friend, and in the place where we lived, friendship trumped race EVERYDAY.
Before I am bipolar.
Before I am black.
Before I am anything, I am me, and me is wonderful, quirks and all.
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See, that's what I love about the Internet. I just see you, and you see me. It's so awesome...
Thank you for reading Amanda...really.
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