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Á¦¸ñ All I Need is a Friend ÀÛ¼ºÀÚ À×±Û¸®½¬½Ü µî·ÏÀÏ 2018-09-04 Books fill up my room.
Not baseball cards,
or pictures of girls,
or basketballs.
Maybe a blown up picture of ¡¦
¡¦ Pam Anderson might help.
Black-framed glasses
and a white,
pale,
lanky
body.
I should start working out.
At least I can read.
I read four books a day last summer.
The librarian,
80-year-old Mrs. Woodsworth,
she knows my middle name.
If only I had a real friend.
I am sick of seeing her old,
bony,
pale body.
Although it resembles mine.
The kids at school laugh.
Is it the way I dress?
Lacoste,
Ralph Lauren,
La Tigre.
I¡¯ve tried every designer out there.
Staying in the house really saves me money.
My stupid rich parents give me $50 a week for lunch.
$50 times 36 weeks ¡¦
what is that?
$1,000,
$2,000,
$10,000?
I should probably know.
Straight A¡¯s 12 years in a row
and counting.
With all of this,
or none of this –
it depends how you look at it –all I need is a friend.
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