Back in my day, friendship wasn’t just about swapping friendship bracelets or writing each other’s names on Trapper Keepers. No sir, it was about survival. A true friend was the one who’d hold the flashlight while you tried to weld a go-kart together out of lawnmower parts and your uncle’s broken recliner. And when it inevitably caught fire, that same friend was the one who swore to you...
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