February 12th, 2006


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Once upon a time, there was a strange funny-looking boy. He didn't feel very popular and thought his weirdness put other kids off. He made friends with another strange boy, and they continued to laugh and laugh ever since.

High school came and went, and the boy was worried he'd lost his friend. An old woman visited him in a dream and warned him of it, but he didn't lose his friend. College came and went.

Although it's hard when a friend moves away, it shouldn't be depressing. Change is a part of life, and sometimes you have to move so you can live a better life. But change is uncomfortable. It's like putting on new clothes, it takes some getting used to.

My friend goes to school in North Carolina, and recently, his mother moved down there as well. Sure, I won't see him as often as before, but that doesn't mean we're going to lose contact. Some things are too important to change.