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Friendship

I’ve never been a smoker, but it reminds me of his fingers when they touched my face, the way my hair absorbed the ambient nicotine of Brooklyn rooftops and stayed with me for days. It’s a physical conduit to the things I no longer have, but it reminds me that they were real.

We need to treat ourselves with the respect, admiration and pride we would with any other best friend: if someone was putting them down, we’d stand up for them. If someone was hurting them, we’d pretty much kick their ass. If good things were coming their way, we’d jump up and down with excitement, proud of what they’ve accomplished.

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