I distinctly remember the moment at field hockey camp my freshman year of high school where I looked at Fiona and thought, “I bet we’re going to be friends”. I was right. Fi and I both go to school in Boston where, just like home, trips to thrift stores and coffee shops are mandatory. Her artwork as well as her intelligence are impressive to say the least, and no matter how much I hated field hockey, at least I had Fiona to be ridiculous with.

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