How I Learned To Deal With My Frenemies

I can’t remember which came first: when I decided that I hated Sage (not her real name) or when she was mean to me. Sage and I were the same age and from the same town. We had gone to the same school since kindergarten, played on the same sports teams, went to the same birthday parties and spent a lot of time together in groups, but had never been close friends. I initially didn’t like her because she wore a permanent scowl and was (unjustifiably, in my opinion) full of herself. We had several mutual friends. I’m not sure what they saw in her that I didn’t.

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