Sometimes

Sometimes, you have a friend . . .

. . . like maybe this one.

She's a good one.

And sometimes you have another friend . . .

. . . say for instance, this one . . .

She's a good one, too.

And sometimes, when a friend you've had forevah, and a friend you've had for just a few years, get together . . .

. . . well, it's like you've all known eachother forevah.

I don't know how it happens . . .

. . . and I don't know why . . .

. . . but really, who am I to ask why, anyway?

Sometimes it just is what it is. Sometimes, without any effort, it just happens. All by itself.

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Sometimes, it's just magic.