A man walks up to us.

He looks at me and frowns before turning to the new girl and frowning harder,

“Why are you talking to this…thing?”he asks her.

“He’s not a thing. He's my friend,” she crosses her arms and looks up at the man.

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Friend?

“That thing is not your friend, it isn't even real,” the man drones.

Rude? I am very much real, thank you.

“If he wasn’t real could I do this?”

Oh gosh do wha–

I’m literally hard.

Her arms are wrapped around me gently, like she’s afraid I’ll break

“Bruh let that dirty thing go,” the man comes up to grab her off of me

no…

Come back…

But they were already gone.