Do you miss her?I blinked. Did I what? This was my best friend since preschool we were talking 	about, 	the girl whose snack and math homework I’d shared since before I had 	memorized my 	own phone number, who’d buried her cold, annoying little feet 	underneath me 	during 	a thousand different movie nights and showed 	me how to use 	a tampon. She’d grown 	up in my kitchen, she was my shadow-	self—or I was hers— and Sawyer 	wanted 	to know if I missed her? What the hell kind of question was that?
Katie Cotugno, How to Love
friends, friendship