Today a spatula made me cry

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Charlotte and Me

Almost exactly a year since I wrote this about my BFF Charlotte. She deserves another shout out.

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Charlotte was my best mate while I was growing up. I found her when I was about nine or ten, and I knew instantly that she was my kindred spirit. We were both plain, gawky, too-clever-to-be-cool girls, painfully shy and full of ideas we were desperate to express. I’d never known anyone like her, and I adored her from the first.

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