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When I was in sixth grade, I became friends with a very socially challenged girl. For Christmas that year, she gave me something wrapped in wet newspaper that smelled, I kid you not, like horse manure. I wanted to wait to get home so I could dispose of it without hurting her feelings, but she insisted I open it in class. Inside was a mason jar filled with murky brown water, glitter, and one very dirty and decaying pinecone. Apparently, all of the dirt on the pinecone had leeched into the water as the jar sloshed in her backpack all day. The newspaper she had wrapped it in came, I can only assume, from the floor of her horse barn. I could hardly wait to get home so I could get rid of it. Needless to say, we didn’t hang out much after that…
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I feel bad for this girl. You said she was awkward, and since she tried to make you something (and objects from her home smelled), I’m betting she may have been poor. She did the best she could do to try to reach out to you as a friend. Ditching her wasn’t a very nice thing to do. In this case, I think it really was the thought that counted.