The way I see.

This is how I saw them. This is how everyone saw them but refused to admit that it was what they were seeing. Difference in people turns into hatred and disgust. People never talked to them because they weren’t like everything else in their lives, they were the two realest people in our world and people couldn’t take it.

The two people in my life who were always there no matter what. We were like the three musketeers although that’s not how it worked in reality. There wasn’t the three of us.

 There was Bob, Janet and me. We were best friends, although Bobs best friend was really Kenny, forever will be Kenny and Janet’s best friend is Bob. Kenny’s best friend is also Bob. My best friend, no points for guessing Bob. 

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