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About my "FRIENDS"
Note the "quote unquote" thingy's around the word FRIENDS.
I have 4 bestest best friends in the world. Yet out of the four, I can only trust 2 of them. Sad isn't it? Well, it seems to be common here. And out of the four, only 1 seems to be able to hurt me so bad it isn't funny, and still be able to sneak her way back into my life. For a name's sake, let's call her ANIRBAS. I love her and all (dearly, not queerly) but she treats me like shit. She's ever-willing to believe the worst about me, and when she's wrong, I still come out to be the bad guy. How does she do it? I don't know. All I know is that my mom's good at that too. Maybe it's just some hidden conspiracy or something.
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The Breath of Fresh Air
Then of course, there's the breath of fresh air. The kind of friend that you can tell anything to, and they'd always be there for you. I'm lucky to have two of these friends. Let's call them ENNAIRDA and KCIRTAP.
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Who is the Fourth Friend?
Who is the fourth friend? Well, let's see, the fourth (let's call her ANIT) Dear ANIT decided to pack up and leave town, with out saying good bye. I haven't heard from her in about a week now. Oh, wait, I lied. I did hear from her. She left a message with my sister:
"I'm moving. Goodbye."
That's my message. I just hope she's okay.
Love, From YSSAC
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