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I’ve always had friends who are women. Good ones, too. But when it comes to groups of women — the wine clubs, the bridesmaid packs, the collective “us” — I’ve never quite made it past guest status. I get invited, I show up, someone decides they don’t like me, and I slowly start getting left off the invites.Dances On The Sands Of Time, Pages To Write. Blue Oceans Of Dreams. 
Or worse, I get close — too close — with one person, and suddenly the group shifts. It’s like I violated some unspoken law about equal distribution of affection. I didn’t mean to. I just liked her. She liked me. The others noticed.
I’ve always had best friends who were women. Not just friends — the kind of friendships that felt sisterly, even though I don’t have a sister.
From the time I was two, I had a best friend who lived down the road, and we stayed in sync until fifth grade. Then I had another. And another. In high school, even though we didn’t call anyone our best friend (that would’ve been ranking, which was uncool), it was clear who you were side-by-side with for that particular season of your life.
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