...has been my friend since fifth grade. I've known her since fourth, but we weren't in the same class until fifth, which is when we became friends. Her name is Kellie Keane and she's one of the sweetest, most considerate people I've ever met and I'm so glad that she tracked me down via email a few years ago after we had lost touch, which happened back in college.
When we were young, we used to hang out in her basement and watch THE OUTSIDERS and talk about going to parties in Hollywood wearing little black dresses. Her Aunt Nicole used to live on the Upper East Side here in Manhattan and one weekend we went and stayed there and saw Andy Warhol getting out of a limousine, and went to the Peppermint Lounge.
It's funny how there are some people who, if you don't talk to them on a daily basis, the friendship just dies, while there are others who you can just pick up with again no matter how much time passes in between. Kellie and I have been having a 30-year conversation. Sure, there have been a few gaps here and there, but it never feels like that.
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That's fantastic.
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