Are you for real?
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"Never have I ever...." He trailed off "had real friends." He said suddenly putting the solo cup down and looked lost as if he was abandoned.
Friends? Surely he must have them but real friends? Sorry to break it to you even those kinds of friendships get broken.
I looked unsure, obviously not knowing what to say or do but I spoke anyway. "Well, if you want maybe I can be your 'real' friend." I offered, maybe I'll regret it on a later date but he seemed lost.
After hearing my words his eyes shined in a way I've never seen them before (to be fair I have absolutely no idea who this guy is) "Really? Yay! You'll be the peanut butter to my jelly!!!!" He said excitedly.
Maybe I'm already regretting it.
But life is certainly full of regrets.
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When Thea got stuck with the task of leading a new student around and found him half asleep in the nurses office, she never expected to make a new friend. A 'real' friend.
Please don't judge me for my random selection of words and ideas. I'm not a pro.
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