There had always been four of us — Marla, little Anthony, Dagmar and me. The three friends, as we were jokingly referred to. We usually hang out separately; we would set up a time, and each one of us would stay home and stare motionless at the wallpaper, while making funny observations we then shared through sms — a way of sending quick messages to friends through your cell phone, very popular at that time. Anyway, there was this time where Anthony had something important to tell us, and we decided to meet up in a bar. Here's the conversation that followed, as I recall it.
Anthony — Is this place safe ?
Dagmar — Relax, man ! You're among friends.
Anthony — OK. First of all, I don't need to tell you this must remain strictly confidential.
Me — Come on ! Who do you think you're talking to ?
Anthony — I'm sorry, guys, but I mean, if my parents ever hear about this, they will adopt me again, and —
Marla — Oh, please, Anthony ! We're all your friends, right ? There's nothing in the world you can't tell us.
Anthony — I know... and you can't imagine how much this means to me, guys.
Me — I mean, after all, what are friends for, right ?
Anthony — You said it, buddy !
Boy, did we all laugh like crazy ! Which comes to prove that friendship does manage to overcome all differences.
Boy, did we all laugh like crazy ! Which comes to prove that friendship does manage to overcome all differences.
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