I do not remember ever asking any of the other children in my class at school why they had not come to my party. I did not need to ask them. They were not my friends after all. They were just the people I went to school with.
I made friends slowly, when I made them.
—Neil Gaiman/The Ocean At The End Of The Lane
Totally What’s Happening
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The Stuff From Before