This reminds me of the cliche that friends are those who know our faults and like us anyway. It is our imperfections, our flaws, our defects that draws us close to those who love us because these are the things are what make us uniquely us. In the end, our selves are the private treasures that we give each other.
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This reminds me of the cliche that friends are those who know our faults and like us anyway. It is our imperfections, our flaws, our defects that draws us close to those who love us because these are the things are what make us uniquely us. In the end, our selves are the private treasures that we give each other.
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