Asking for a Friend
I was man enough to admit my best friend was built much like the buildings he’d made his living building.
“I think Annie likes me, actually,” I told him, quite sure Annie had given me a much easier time than Craig might have as a child. “She was sweet. She loved fishing, so I think I won a couple of points there.”
He rolled his eyes. “Suck up. I never thought I would see the day you were looking to score points with a six year old girl.”
“Neither did I, actually,” I chuckled. “When you put it like that, I can see why you don’t believe me. I’m not sucking up though, I just wanted to do something fun with them.”
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