She Asked for My Ex’s Cell Number….That Was the End of Our Best Friendship

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Eighteen years. For eighteen years, she was a friend. Not just a friend…a sister. We often joked how we would have to kill each other if we stopped being friends because we knew too much about each other. We were each other’s human diary. She wasn’t my only close sister friend but one who I never thought I had to doubt…ever. I will refer to her as D.