Her name is Angie

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 I am not sure where to start this but here we go. 


Her name is Angie, we met on LiveJournal in 2005. Our friendship started out rough but in the end she became one my of best friends. Yes, I never got to meet her in person but this gal. I am not good with words. 


No matter what we are going through. She has my back. I have hers. She is been my friend for a long time. It's been crazy how long we have known each other. 


Lately we have been gabbing a lot. It's been nice. It's nice because I can sit down and talk to her and she listens and I listen to her. We both give each other great encouragement. 


Her name is Angie.



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