An old friend from Halsey’s small hometown wrote a Cosmopolitan article on how she let Halsey borrow her sweatshirt one evening and has yet to get it back.
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One of my closest friends when I was a 16-year-old junior at Warren Hills Regional High School in New Jersey was a girl named Ashley Frangipane. She and I were two opinionated loudmouths who thought the world constantly waited with bated breath to hear our take on things, so a sizable percentage of our time together was spent engaged in good-natured shouting matches. Besides that, my friendship with her was mostly typical of teenagers: We went to the mall, hung out at the community pool, smoked the ******, ******, weed that northern New Jersey is famous for, and did our best not to go insane stuck in a town that had more cows than people.
One fateful evening in 2010, we decided to head into my backyard to make a bonfire. It was late September and a little chilly, so Ashley asked if she could borrow something to keep warm. Being the kind-hearted, generous friend that I was, I tossed her my beloved periwinkle blue sweatshirt and magnanimously told her she could just return it when she had the chance. And that was the last time I ever saw it.
