Friends
When you are sad, I will help you get drunk and plot revenge against The sorry bastard who made you sad. When you were blue I will try to dislodge whatever you're choking on. When you smile I will know you are plotting something that I must be involved in. When you're scared I will rag on you about it every chance I get. When you are worried I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it can be.
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