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subject. We’re talking about you.”
    “No, we’re not. You are.”
    “It is my job to see to it that you don’t end up being a cat lady or something equally as lame. I want to see you happy and taking risks. Consider me your conscience and listen to my voice. Grab life by the balls and live a little.”
    I actually let those words sink in and fought the urge to roll my eyes.
    “Lily?”
    “I’m trying, Mags. I’m just not like you.”
    “No, you’re not. You’re you. And you need to start seeing yourself the way others see you.”
    “And how do others see me?”
    “You really don’t know do you?” I heard a crash in the background and then Maggie said, “I’ll have to call you back. My brother is helping me move some stuff around and he just dropped one of my boxes labeled ‘breakables’. I’m so gonna kill him.”
    “Uh oh. Okay. I’ll talk to you later.”
    “And don’t think you’re getting out of this. I want to know about that date of yours.”
    “Say bye, Mags.”
    “Bye, chick.”
    I piddled around the big house for a while before settling down in front of my computer. I do have a Facebook account, though I rarely ever check it. For some reason I decided I would actually pay Facebook a visit this fine morning and wipe the cob webs off my long forgotten page. After logging in, I noticed I had a friend request. It was from Cooper. I accepted it and immediately started browsing his page. He hadn’t updated his status since last week. His last status update read:
     
    Cooper Hudson : Isn’t it funny how it seems like every day is the same ol’ same ol’ until you look back a year later and realize how much has changed?
     
     
    The update before that one read:
     
    Cooper Hudson: If you’re always expecting the unexpected, then it’s really not unexpected…is it?
     
     
    Inspired by his quirky comments I decided I would send Cooper a message on Facebook:
     
    Cooper,
     
    Thanks for the friend invite. Now I don’t have to ask Ms. Sophie to let me see pictures of you since I now have access to yours on FB, although, I’m doubting you have uploaded the embarrassing baby pictures so I guess I will be bugging Ms. Sophie after all. I did see one picture that seemed questionable though. You were dressed like a woman…? Not. Even. Gonna. Ask. Why.
     
    Anyway, I thought I would leave you with something to think about… What does the K in K-mart actually stand for?
    -Lily
     
    Not long after I sent the message Cooper wrote back:
     
    Lily,
     
    That picture…I forgot that was still on there. Ha ha. That was actually a charity event we did at Joe’s. The male staff dressed up like women and all money raised plus tips went to buy Christmas presents for children whose parents couldn’t afford any. Don’t laugh. Someone actually tipped me fifty bucks that night.
     
    We’ll talk about baby pictures later.
     
    And I have no idea what the K in K-mart stands for. I’m pretty sure it’s one of those great unknowns.
    -Cooper
     
     
    Cooper,
     
    I didn’t think it was possible, but I think you dressing like a woman for charity might have just made you even more adorable.
    -Lily
     
    My phone rang and it startled me. I looked down and saw it was Cooper calling.
    “Hello?”
    “So, I’m adorable, huh?”
    “You can be – for about half a minute,” I said with mock annoyance.
    Feigning hurt feelings, he said, “Ouch. So harsh. Only half a minute? You sure about that?”
    “Mmm-hmm.”
    “Because I could have sworn last night you thought me adorable for a lot longer than a minute.”
    “And what makes you think that?”
    “I dunno. Just a feeling.”
    “Well, you do have an adorable side Cooper Hudson. Shall I shout it from the rooftops and let the whole world know?”
    “Please don’t,” he said laughing. “The last thing I need is for my friends to hear about my adorable side. We’ll just keep that between us.”
    “Ah, I see. Afraid you might lose some cool