My best friend is the opposite of me. I’m flighty, she’s focused. I’m crazed, she’s calm. I can’t handle being alone, she craves it. In fact at some point in our friendship she told me I was no longer allowed to complain about not having plans for the night, because she didn’t understand why it was an issue. And would then go on to explain how a great night for her (great, people!) could involve a bottle of wine and some Agatha Christie movies.
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