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Good Girl Bad Girl She was my best friend, and hard as it may have been to figure by the looks of us, she was the good girl, I the bad. I suppose everyone had at least one friendship like this in their lives. We were dialectical, she the thesis, I the antithesis. She was direct, trustworthy, kind, and na?ve; I was manipulative, selfish, and clever. She laughed at my jokes, took part in my schemes, told everyone that I was the smartest and the funniest and the best. Like a B movie of boarding school life, we stole peanut butter from the refectory, short-sheeted beds, called drugstores and aske