Some days you wake up and you think to yourself:
I don't need Sarah Turpin as a best friend any more.
I can play the guitar now.
I see Gossey on a regular basis.
I can make new friends.
"Who needs her?!" You decide.
But, then you pause to imagine her in a pie-eating contest.
And you say to yourself, "Oh, that's right.
That's why I do this."
And then you're back to square one.
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