When I was six, I had a school-friend called Kate. She was kind and bookish, with a thick fringe and glasses. I adored her and, when her family moved from Manchester to Oxford a year later, I was inconsolable.Ever since, as an only child, I’ve set great store by friendship, spending my teen years in a tight group of three and university at the epicentre of a swarming mass of mates. In fact, I’ve always devoted a great deal of energy to friendships but as I entered my 50s, mid-pandemic, it occurred to me that my group seemed to be thinning out.
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