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I Don't Know How Much Longer I Can Keep Going Without A Friend. I Used To Be Able To Do It Very Easily, But That Was Before I Knew What Having A Friend Was Like.

I Wanted To Laugh. Or Maybe Get Mad. Or Maybe Shrug At How Strange Everyone Was, Especially Me.

How About Your Favorite Book?" "this Side Of Paradise By From. Scott Fitzgerald." "why?" "because It Was The Last One I Read." This Made Them Laugh Because They Knew I Meant It Honest, Not Show-off. Then They Told Me Their Favorites, And We Sat Quiet.

I Want To Make Sure That The First Person You Kiss Loves You, Okay?

What About When Someone Doesn't Need A Shoulder? What If They Need The Arms?