Everyone Thinks My Best Friend Went Missing. I Know What Really Happened.

Bullshit. Only girls get those dumb things, I guess.

“Okay,” Kevin agreed, and then we walked the rest of the way home like everything was fine. Like old times.

Friday night came and so did Kevin. He brought his faded old red duffel bag, just like always. My mom made pizza rolls for dinner – she was unaware that this was THE LAST SLEEPOVER, as I’d come to think of it in important capital letters, but she was a great mom and she also rented a VHS copy of “The Mighty Ducks” for us. We made popcorn. We watched “The Mighty Ducks”. We laughed.


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