My besy friend's name is Mikayla. She is 25 years old and has had 50 abortions. She is not feeling well, though I hsven't known her in 15 months. I met her on the tall slide at our favorite playground, when we were 19. She was born two days before me, 1480.467 miles away.
I hepled her conceive during her heroin phase. I help her drop the habit by every day bringing her huge cookies to eat and marijuana to smoke.
Probably we will be friends forever I see. I went to the farmer's market yesterday just to give her a call and see how much weight she has gained. I am betting she is over 300.
She had a dad who threw rocks at her. She sees very well in the dark.
In the night she sends IMs to her creepy ex-boyfrind named John.
I heard about her on the newspaper. She said, Why don't the Arab Jews just nuke the sand jockeys and get back to shuckling priceless gemstones?
She has four dresses hanging in her old apartment. Once in a while she forgets to start a fire and trees get wet.
I ask her how she does? Most likely, our friendship is overtaking her sensible aura. I'd ask her if she loves this, but it doesn't seem fair to her, because she never wants to lose, except when she does, us core.
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