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Deviousness `anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More
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Even if she doesn't remember me after these nine years, I do
I had a really close friend when i was little, we were almost like sisters, so much so i'd call her grandmother (who was her guardian) abuelita too. I think i was around 6 or 7 when the police came to take my friend to her good for nothing mother who had dumped her as a baby on the grandmother and left years before. The woman didn't even have the balls to come claim her herself, she had to send the freakin cops. I was there. I saw it all. I remember. She looked at me, confused, and waved goodbye. I waved back, equally confused and a little scared that maybe she was in trouble, and why was everyone crying?. i said "i'll see you next friday then!". Only i didn't. For 7 years i didn't. At 13 i finally saw her again, since it was the first time she'd come to visit her grandmother since the day they'd taken her away. Only she wasn't her anymore, she was nothing like i remembered her, nothing like in all those dreams i'd had over the years about our reunion... the disillusion was crushing. I told my mom i didn't want to visit again. About a month or so ago i saw her again, i recognized her instantly, my parents were like "wow shes so grown up, i didnt recognize her! Clau, do you remember her? No, you probably dont, you were so little. You use to play with her all the time". My old friends gaze wandered right past me, recognition never once registering on her face. But i remember. I do, i just wish i didnt.