I had faith in sleepovers with my two best friends, twin sisters. They are my friends today. I could have a sleepover with them tonight and still talk to them for twelve hours straight. We ate piles of toxic junk: salt and vinegar potato chips, devil dogs, pizza drenched in neon grease; and watched movies: Time Bandits, Can’t Buy Me Love. We stole cigarettes and chain-smoked sitting cross-legged on the floor in the middle of the night. We were waiting for something to happen. We had faith that something would. Sometimes it did and then the other two would worry that whatever happened to the one would never happen to them. I had faith that worrying would keep the thing I worried about away. Of course I still believe this. Of course it’s the truest thing in the world.
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