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Some have graduated and even though we may not all

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to lend a hand. Some have graduated and even though we may not all live together anymore, I know I can still call any one of them if I need something. I consider my best friend part of my family. We were practically sisters growing up (in fact, my dad still calls her his favorite daughter). We fight like we are related. There is certainly no holding back to keep from hurting each other's feelings. But no matter how mad we get at each other, we are still best friends. She is still my family. I had a friend when I was younger, Katie*, whose family looked nothing like mine. Katie only lived with her mom and, as far as I knew, she didn't even have a dad. And I never thought there was anything wrong or weird about this, I just knew she was just as happy as I was. And I didn't notice until we were a little older that she didn't even look anything like her mom. Katie looked very distinctly foreign, with very dark straight hair and dark eyes and a round face. Her mom was a dirty blonde with blue eyes. I asked my mom about it once day and she told me that Katie had been adopted from Russia.
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