Attention: TO KEEP ALL OF THE PEOPLE IN THIS BLOG PROTECTED AND ANONYMOUS I AM SUBSTITUTING REAL NAMES FOR PRETEND NAMES. MRS. B, YOU'LL PROBABLY FIGURE OUT WHO'S WHO BY THE TIME YOU'RE DONE.
So my friend, Rae, and I have decided to room together in college next year which will be nice because our friendship is mature enough to handle it. Anyways, "Christopher," a person that my friend and I have been best friends with since elementary isn't in our class, and won't be moving down to Lincoln with us in the fall, which Christopher is having a very hard time with.
One night, the three of us were driving around and Rae and I started talking about the things each one needs to bring with us down to Lincoln. At about this time, Christopher went completely silent and wouldn't talk. She then proceeded to fake cry, and jump out of the car.
It was then that I dropped the news. Rae and I were going to have a futon in our dorm room. Needless to say, this greatly pleased Christopher, almost to the point of her wetting herself. This gave her a little reasurrance because now she could come and stay with us... Her only requirement was that 'her' futon be draped in Batman sheets and blankets. I guess we can do that much. Peace Out.
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