
I think back to my early years. specifically, an elementary school. Friends galore. We were as thick as thieves. We will cherish our second family for the rest of our lives. We were always there for one another and watched out for each other. Without the weight and stress of what was to come, everything was wonderful. Joy, contentment, and laughter. What I would do to laugh truly once more. This childhood memory, like any other, is full with everything that seems to have been forgotten.
Friends. What do Friends mean today? It’s quite difficult to detect whether something is fake or real. I’m a man enough to confess that I’m envious, because true friendship is difficult to come by. I long to laugh heartily with actual friends. I want to relive the good times I once had. were wonderful times.
There are only three “ride-or-die” friends you’ll ever have, so the saying goes. Prior to the alteration in the plot, I believed that number to be inadequate. I’m fine with only one.

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