A best friend helps you keep your own secrets. We don’t talk about the joke that for years trailed me down hallways, into classrooms, and on the bus, that wove its way into my dreams: “What’s red and white and weird all over? Sam Kingston!” And we definitely don’t talk about the fact that Lindsay was the one who made it up. We don’t talk about the fact that Ally never eats more than a quarter of what’s on her plate, even though she’s obsessed with cooking and watches the Food Network for hours on end. We don’t talk about the fact that we can never hang out at Elody’s house after five o’clock because her mother will be home, and drunk. They smoked pot, split a six-pack, and had sex, and he never knew she hadn’t done it before. Technically, her first was a guy she met at a party when she was visiting her stepbrother at NYU. For example, even though Lindsay says Patrick is her first and only, this isn’t technically true. Lindsay, Ally, Elody and I are as close as you can be, but there are still some things we never talk about.
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