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Sara is a kind, nice girl, albeit a little insecure.

She loves food and frozen yogurt.  Her voice is sweet and pleasant.  She has beautiful shoes.

Lately she has been ignoring me.  Once in a while, she would talk to me.  Most often she would ignore me, or talk in her sweet but nonchalant voice.

I did not know how much I could hurt others.  Now I know.  Sara, I am sorry.

Elle once told me I needed to grow up.  She was right.  Now I know.