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[Tags: breast expansion] Artwork by @ohshinakai For about as long as I’d known her, Milana Mei had been sick. She was just a sickly girl, that was who she was. To most people, acquaintances and such, there was really nothing else of relevance to note about Milana. All anyone in the neighbourhood knew was that, yes, Milana Mei? She’s that girl with all of the medical problems, right? And that’s how she remained: the sick girl. Well, not to me. Milana may have just been the sick girl to everyone else, but to me, she was my best friend. We had known each other for about as long as it was possible for two kids to know each other, almost as long as we had known our own parents. Both born in the year 2000, we had grown up next-door neighbours in a leafy yet under-developed suburb of Toronto, both only children of middle-income families—though hers being somewhat on the poorer end than mine, it should be said. I was the son to two fairly unassuming Jewish parents, whereas she was the