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Best Friends. And I thought of what she had done all the millions of times I cried to her, collapsing at even the slightest wounding of my heart or pride. So I reached over and pulled her to me, wrapping my arms around her, and held my best friend close, returning so many favors all at once.

Sarah Dessen

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Sarah Dessen
Age: 54
Born: 1970
Born: June 6
Novelist
Writer
Evanston
Illinois
Done
Arms
Slightest
Many
Friend
Pulled
Even
Millions
Cried
Heart
Friends
Reached
Times
Favors
Wounding
Around
Held
Collapsing
Thought
Pride
Wrapping
Best
Close
Returning

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