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[wipeyourfeet]

I don't need any help in making friends. I have friends.

[Kind of. Sort of. Not really.]

[mynameonyourpanties]

Alex and the therapy group don't count, baby. They ain't here.

[mynameonyourpanties]

Now that I think of it, given we're like 1300 years in the future, Alex'd be nothing but a pile of bones.

[he fails to realize how this may upset you. SO SRY FOR YOUR LOSS]

[wipeyourfeet]

[Fuming] How sensitive of you.

[mynameonyourpanties]

What, it's not like she's really dead.

[wipeyourfeet]

I don't want to think of Alex! I don't want to think about her dead! Let's just drop that subject right now.

And I have other friends here.

[He's talked to them twice, he's bluffing.]

[mynameonyourpanties]

Name them.

[wipeyourfeet]

Ros. Doug. Plenty of other people.