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3 comments:
I want to be every friend to you.
I told her (you know who I mean) that I wanted honey-baked ham for Easter. She consistently thwarts me, though. We had Cornish hen. I pretended it was turkey, though.
I felt the earthquake today.
Which friend can I be?
You really felt the earthquake? I want to feel the earthquake, but only just a tiny tremor. We always have earthquake drills at school but I never get to know what we're practicing *for*.
You are the friend who makes me laugh.
Actually you are more than that friend. You are a few of those friends, a few of my favourites! Do you really like ham? Have I told you about the New Year's Day Ham Wars? I haven't had to fight in them in a few years since we moved further away...
Mum: Why haven't you got any ham on your plate?
Me: I don't like ham, Mum.
Mum: Of course you do. Stop being ridiculous. Is this funny?
Me: No I don't like ham. I have never liked ham, my whole life. I've always hated it.
Mum: Nonsense. You love ham. You ate it last New Year's Day.
Me: No I didn't. We had this same conversation last year and I told you the same thing. I hate ham.
Mum: You don't! And why haven't you taken any yams?
Me: Mum I hate yams.
Mum: You lie!
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