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Elizabeth
by Shayla R CakesShe was afraid to wear her glasses the first day she got them.
I told her she looked pretty, and that no one would care.
That they were just glasses and I wish I had some of my own.
I then suggested we go play house, or kitchen, or or something of that sort.
We both had red hair and freckles.
Thats how she became my first real friend. 07/13/2003 Author's Note: The simplicity of friendships...how I miss that.
Posted on 07/13/2003
Copyright © 2024 Shayla R Cakes
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| Posted by Amanda L Marron on 09/01/03 at 03:01 PM i got my glasses in fourth grade......i love em.....and i hate contacts....i tried putting them in but my eyes water up so i gotta keep my glasses |
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