Every once in a while you meet a really cool person just like you. A kind happy-go-lucky kind of person, you just know you’re going to be friends with forever. It is weird; there is this really cool dude just sitting there and nothing. Sure, I am really hitting on one of my other friends under the table but it is nul.
Not to say he, across from me, is not cute, very tall, thin, and with just the right amount of muscle. But I still like his friend, the one in the poems. Can people truly be close without it being about sex? Is there more to it I have not seen? In justice, in the why.
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