Snafrzanne's one of those confident women who seems bigger than she is. If you rub her shoulders or hug her, you're surprised at how small and delicate she is. She has NO cellulite. She's secure but not vain. I imagine her 20 years from now, the two of us sitting at some fancy hotel bar, Sue drinking Stoli Bloody Marys or Beefeater martinis dirtyanddry, scoffing at men like they're children and she knows better. She has never tried to subvert a break-up. She steamrollers into them like a gladiator. She's full of righteous indignation and doesn't mind making a scene. She never, ever plays the fool. She's lonely a lot. But she dates more than anyone I know. She dates like she's on Seinfeld.

She's the only person I know who never makes me feel like I'm talking too loud. She's the only person I know who has never made me feel embarrassed.

Suzanne'll argue about anything. But we've only fought once. It lasted about 15 minutes. When we're together, it's all about sisterhood and preaching to the choir. Suzanne is a minimalist pack rat who hoards useless things. I wrote a poem about her once. We lived together for three years before we realized our mothers had the same birthdays.

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