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It is impossible for me to have a discussion about my best friends without mentioning the shoelaces. Anyone who went to high school with me probably has memory of this. There were seven of us guys; we all had a black shoelace given to us as we entered the group, a sort of symbol of friendship and loyalty. Five of those guys, and myself makes six, are still extremely close friends, my best friends, really.

We all use the messenger app on iPhone called “GroupMe”, and we have a shoelace group where we can all chat together. We talk near daily on that app. We organize what we are trying to standardize into monthly hangouts. We talk about our lives or sports or sometimes just generate life questions to get to know each other better.

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