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For one summer, we were best of friends. Autumn undid us, something in the changing colours, the changing winds.

We hardly spoke during tenth grade. Then June arrived. I hoped, childishly, that the sunlight would reunite us.

Life may move in cycles, but you never cross the same river twice.

A Small Problem

A mouse lived inside my walls. I tried to feed it cheese and peanut butter and other tasty things.

“I cannot take your gifts, sir,” it said. “I am afraid you will trap me!”

I convinced it I wouldn’t. We became friends.

A small problem: my rodent-phobic wife found out.

This story is based on a title suggested by @eikoandmog.

Ramone’s Social Circles

Ramone had a very diverse selection of friends. He enjoyed spending time with Havarti, Provolone, Mozzarella, and Brie.

He didn’t get along that well with Cheddar or Feta, but Gouda was fun.

Ramone’s mom told him, “Cheeses can’t be real friends,” but he knew better.

Oh yes, he knew better.