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If Natalie Never Got Cut

Life. It winds and turns in odd sorts of ways like a never-ending riddle. Each random decision of action coupled with an ever more random reaction. If such and such happens, then such and such else will happen. If, it is such a powerfully moving yet meaninglessly speculative word. I remember the first time I ever read the poem If by Rudyard Kipling. I got chills. I was sitting in Natalie's bedroom on her broken trundle bed that she shared with Mel and Meg. She was out, probably at the mall buying clothes from Express. So I took the time to peruse her mysterious trunk of teenage treasures. Nat was goofy and silly, and sometimes unbareably aloof, but beyond that, she was remarkably deep. I discovered that depth hidden in her off limits trunk of treasures where Mr. Kipling sat beside Charles Swindol and his famous words on Attitude. If only I could be that cool. I daydreamed about growing up and being just like Nat - playing sports, having friends, dating cute bo