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I remember when our friendship was new, Ellen. Me, that girl in your 8th grade French class. To you, I was cool, beautiful. Me? To me, you were ambitious and frank. And now over four years we have whittled ourselves into a small hole, Ellen. I am at one end of a cramped cave, clutching my dignity, and your best friend. I regret letting our friendship dwindle, allowing you to feel excluded and alone. Allowing myself to be angered by your attempts to control, manipulate. What happens now?

Submitted by: Margaret