She Is All That

She thinks she is all that my sister and I said. She was blonde and magnificent. We wished her dead. She came over to see us and she was funny and kind. Scratch out those mean thoughts; please never mind. She became our best friend, and the boys were attracted. The ones she tossed aside could more easily be retracted. We saw it was a huge advantage to have her as a friend. She’s a terrific a boy magnet, whom we never lend.