Some things never change.. which isn't really a bad thing. Even when we were little she would pounce and carry me around like I was her doll. I never minded, of course,
and she was always respectful towards me if I didn't want it at the time. She was, and is, my only friend...

Her name is Jamie and we've known eachother since we were toddlers living next door to one another all our lives. She knows everything about me yet doesn't even seem to care if I am..
different. It makes me happy, though sometimes a bit sad too. She spends all her time with me and never tries to make any other friends. I guess it is our curse. We both have our quirks
that make most people stay away from us...

Well... Usually anyway.