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Going home…
BY JENNY WILSON It’s 9:30 PM, it’s freezing outside, I’ve got two big boxes, my purse, and my lunch pail in my hands and I’m rushing to get to the crosswalk before the light changes. I’m done a 10-hour shift working at the mall during the Christmas season and I’m on my way home. Not home to my apartment. I’m going home, back to my hometown. Back to Norwich. I haven’t been home since Thanksgiving, but I have two days off and I’m not staying in Toronto when I haven’t seen my family in what feels like forever. They don’t know that I’m making the trip home. As far as…
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Wanna be friends?
BY JENNY WILSON When you’re young, making friends is easy. You just walk up to a girl playing in the sandbox, plop down beside her, grab a shovel and say ‘hey, wanna be friends?’ and just like that, you’re friends for life. Doesn’t matter if you have anything in common at all, you just happened to be in the same sandbox at the same time. My best friend and I weren’t really given a choice in the matter of our relationship. Our mothers were best friends and therefore we thought we must be as well. We are different in almost every way imaginable, and if we had met today, we…