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It was a Saturday night in the beginning of July the summer after I graduated high school. I had spent the day with my best friend, Jaime, hanging around the pool in the sun. She was leaving the next day to go to a musical theater program in California for two weeks. My parents were at our lake house in Garret County, Maryland for the weekend. I was sun-kissed and tired and excited by the prospect of having the house all to myself. I made some popcorn and brought it into the family room and sat down to see what was on TV. I had just started flipping through the channels when my phone rang. I knew it was Jaime from the Click 5 ring tone. I flipped open my phone and answered like I always did, “Hey Jaimes.” “Sammy, I am freaking out.” Her voice was strained and panicked. I muted the TV and sat up in my chair. “What’s wrong? Why are you freaking out?” I put my on my calm cool and collected voice. Freak-outs were a normal part of Jaime’s repertoire, and I was usually the one who received them. “I don’t know! I’m here packing all by myself and my parents are out and I had to call work and tell them I’m not coming tonight and the house is quiet and I don’t know what to pack and – “ “OK, OK, slow down Jaime…take a deep breath.” I heard her take a deep breath in. She always listened to me in time of crisis. She trusted me to know what to say.
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