I’ve know Christie for a long while. She introduced me to the first boy I ever kissed (she dated him first).
We were friends for ages when we lived on different continents, then we had a silly and very girlish falling out. Eventually we both moved coincidentally to Los Angeles, and now we’re friends again.
She’s a photographer, so she’s kind enough to humour me when after several margaritas I start yelling "Christie! The pool’s so blue and your bikini’s so shiney and the frog’s so green and the grafitti on the bricks is so… so… so… I don’t know, but I have to take photos!"
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