My Friend Joe
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Joe
I talk to my friend Joe about life sometimes. He's got a lot to say. Sometimes I wonder if his life is normal. I don't think a lot of people are like Joe, but I think that's why I like him. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe he is normal and we're all like Joe. The last time Joe and I spoke, he was battling conflicting thoughts in his head about his life and the girl that he thought he loved.
He wrote to his journal. It had been so long since he last wrote her that the pages had been weathered by age and the words had lost meaning long before. He doesn't really need to talk to her, at least he doesn't want to talk to her, but he probably should...