I live at peace with every man, except one. I always have an enemy. When I was 9 and did gymnastics, it was Fabian. When I was in years 11 and 12 it was Irish Daniel, a creepy loner boy with an Irish accent that nobody believed. Current enemy can not be named even though he's not really as loathed as the others were; now that I am more mature, I just scowl at him a little through slitted eyes.
I have a friend request from this semi-enemy, which is nice of him. I'm glad the dislike isn't mutual. I am trying to accept, and build a little bridge, but facebook is stopping me:
This person cannot be added as a friend.
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You must embrace him as your nemesis and shake your fist at him. It is the way of The Simpsons!
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