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It’s like we were the same person: Colette McBeth on the power of female friendships

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by Colette McBeth I met my best friend on my first day at a new school. We were eight years old. There was a spare seat next to a girl called Helene and my teacher instructed me to fill it. From that moment we slotted in next to each other, like two missing pieces of a jigsaw. Helene taught me things, like how to pretend to be ill to get out of lessons. She would go first, telling the teacher she felt sick. I followed five minutes later. The corridor smelt of damp coats and packed lunches but we were happy sitting there, just the two of us marvelling at our own ingenuity. Until one day we were sent to…

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