We once made stir fry at her house. She thought she was putting salt in, but she accidentally put in sugar.
She liked to dance on tables.
She liked to sing at the top of her lungs.
She would ask anyone to date her when we were out and about. Some people said yes. Her reply to that was "You're dumped. I'm having second thoughts about that pimple on the end of nose." Everyone's hand went instinctively to their nose.
She was blonde, but not dumb.
She taught me to believe.
She taught me that the truth is sometimes too hurtful and that sometimes, you need to bottle everything up, and wait for it to come out in a gush.
She told me to love her always, no matter what.
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