Friend


When I was little, I got such a kick out of shouting FRIEND! FRY END. FRIENDS FRY ENDS.  Because the spelling made no sense to me, but this was a way I could remember it. Why I (y, i), thought this was brilliant. And I probably thought I was brilliant too.

hey, I guess you’re my fry end, frayed end, we
might have fried the ending, I guess,
friend.

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