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Couldn’t Really Say Why

Martin was my worst friend. You know how some people say they have a “best” friend? Martin was the opposite of that. Like, if “BFF” means “Best Friends Forever”, then I’d call Martin my “WFFA”: Worst Friend For Always. That’s how much I didn’t like him.

Couldn’t really say why.


He could lift a truck off the ground with nothing but two fingers and a crane.

He could fly short distances by kicking his legs and holding his breath.

He could breathe through his nose and his mouth at the same time.

He was my best friend, and I hated him.