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Weirdo.

Libby and I often talk about how we became friends. I walked up to her in the second grade and told her, “Hi! My name is Candice and I’m a weirdo.”

That was that.

My husband, recently, pointed out that what I was really saying was, “Hi! My name is Candice and I’m different than anyone else.”

I like that.

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