There was one at my 10th birthday party. It was a black garbage bag, though: not so flamboyant. There were zombies and :skull::skull::skull::skull: there.
I hate them. I like them even less when I'm forced to hit them. Huh. For once, hitting something I hate doesn't help.
Piñata.
Reminds me of rainbow.
Wendigo.
Bandejo? D:
Spanish?
You're the devil!
And we both have separate groups of friends, where neither can get along with the other’s group. His one is church girls and jocks, and mine computer nerds and creepy firebreathers.
I guess the differences don't matter as much because you're not in a relationship with them? Maybe. Yeah. And then like you said, being friends for so long.
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