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Tattered CluesI'VE SETTLED INTO A COMFORT zone which always comes easy around Lisa. Like sisters, I don't worry about how to act or what to say in her presence. It's been this way since our first meeting in the dorm when a petite, spunky girl with massive brown hair greeted me with a warm grin. Shockingly, she rushed over, screaming, “Hello roomie,” and hugged me tightly, like old friends, not strangers. We spent the entire first day talking and decorating our rooms as the noisy dormitory buzzed with newcomers. She made my first day, and the next four years easy and fun. I glance at Lisa, a few steps away, preparing dinner in the kitchen, and grin. Life is strange. I would never have guessed the first day of college I'd find my best friend.
The entire afternoon, I've lounged on Lisa's
