My friends list was already sort of small in comparison to others, but I really want to truly know my flist. It's rare that I comment, and I plan to start commenting on every entry, or close to every entry. If you were cut, I apologize, but I either don't feel we have a lot in common, or I never really read your entries.
"Hey, speaking of reasons you wish you had fourth-period lunch, we just dined with Angela." Ben Smirked at Radar and said, "Yeah, she wnats to know why she's never been over to your house." Radar exhaled a long breath as he spun the combination to open his locker. He breathed for so long I thought he might pass out. "Crap," he said finally. "Are you embarrassed about something?" I asked, smiling. "Shut up," He answered, poking his elbow into my gut. "You live in a lovely home," I said. "Seriously, bro," added Ben. "She's a really nice girl. I don't see why you can't introduce her to your parents and show her Casa Radar." Radar threw his books into his locker and shut it. The din of conversation around us quieted just a bit as he turned his eyes toward the heavens and shouted, "IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT MY PARENTS OWN THE WORLD'S LARGEST COLLECTION OF BLACK SATNAS." ~ Pages 23&24 of Paper Towns by John Green