A nice run in
The first girl I could call my friend was one of a pair of twins from primary school. She was half Ethiopian and her mother always packed the best snacks for break time. She was a tom boy if there's such a thing in kids not old enough to know that their genitals will come to ruin their lives in a little under a decade. She climbed gave trees with me, beat many of us boys at arm wrestling, knew how to skip rope(I assume her father must have been a soldier or boxer. ) and had a lunch box with masters of the Universe on the cover. She was just plain cool. Hanging out with her was easy. I was reminded of this when I run into her this weekend while I was out doing sophisticated things(I was smoking shisha and sipping sodas at Legends, but I was doing it while wearing a monocle, so it was sophisticated). I jokingly punched her in the shoulder at which point she complained that that's no way to treat a lady. I was tempted to ask where said lady was, but I love my life so I j