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Recently, one of my best friends, whom I\'ve shared just about everything with since the first day of kindergarten, spent the weekend with me. Since I moved to a new town several years ago, we\'ve both always ___1___ the few times a year when we can see each other.
Over the ___2___, we spent hours and hours, staying up late into the night, talking about the people she was ___3___ around with. She started telling me stories about her new boyfriend, about how he experimented with ___4___ and was into other ___5___ behavior. I was blown away! She told me how she had been ___6___ to her parents about where she was going and even sneaking out to see this guy because they didn\'t want her ___7___ him.

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