When I first saw that big yellow moving van backing into the driveway, I was angry, I’ll admit it. Up till three months before, and from the day I was born, my best friend Kevin had lived next door to us. Then his father got some great new promotion at work. Next thing I knew they were moving to Florida, right in the middle of the school year. When you’re 13, and you lose your best friend, it’s kind of like losing an arm or a leg. Especially when summer vacation rolls around, and your best
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