The Boy who Circled Time
She had missed out on so many silly memories with the other two idiots and, without the proof of it, she was forced to rely on her memories to keep track of them.
She could forget them one day and never even realise.
One day, they would never meet again, and she would prefer to keep physical documentation that those two were in fact real people, not more imaginary figures conjured up by her imagination on some other lonely night - imaginary figures that saw her as their friend, or at least bantering partner.
It had been nice, or rather, it would soon be very nice to be friends with them, where every comment, however mean, was always in jest and never to deliberately hurt nor maim.
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