A boy in my building asked if we could be friends. When I said yes he told me that he was five and asked my age. I told him that I was fifty. He told me that fifty was "higher than five." He didn't answer when I asked if we could still be friends. A few days later he hugged me and told me that we could be friends because "we both have a five." Yesterday we figured out that when he turns six I will turn fifty-one but since five and one are six we could stay friends because then we would both have a six. I love this planned out friendship. Also, NO ONE IS or HAS EVER BEEN happier to see me than this child.
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