What doesn't kill you can only make you stronger but partially dead. I'll gladly choose option B anytime, and I can rightfully say that it has been an enriching, if partially killing, friendship. It's not anything unusual though - there's the customary Caesarean appendectomy, the occasional math contest, the standard suicide threat, the regular bouts of breakdown, the EQ eureka moments, and the usual psycho-babble that high school cases share whether they like it or not. Someone has written a very bad script, and for both of us to be in it at once is a cosmically funny thing. I'm still thankful that I'm in it though.

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