and isn't that grand? you are inseparable. you think she is the fucking bee's knees and she is sooo pretty, my oh my. you even postpone going to party with me by THREE hours just to wait for her to get off work. you tell me nine. then, ten thirty. then, a half hour. then, you're leaving now. I know that if I was telling you I didn't get off work until ten thirty you'd have been drunk at the party already. so go without me, because this shit is stupid. I am not going to tag along for some drunken, flamboyant display tonight. I was looking forward to the party, but now I'm just irritated that one of my best friends never actually puts his real friends first. the new ones, the shiny, exciting christmas wrapped ones.
fuck
you.
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