Why is it that sometimes I look at my shirts and laugh when they're not funny? Why is it that I always have a strong urge to touche jello with my ring finger? Why is it that I have to make a conscious decision to not lay down in the middle of a store? Why is it that Jimmy cracks the corn and I don't care? Why is it that I think of these questions when no one else is around except for my good friend the pebble? His personality gets a little dull after a while. At first, sure, the silent treatment was kind of funny but now it just makes me angry. If I wasn't so intimidated of him we'd fight it out... I hate it when my friends parent's are better friends with my parents than I am with him! It's intimidating.
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