I couldn’t believe it, Monica. I was in the play with you last year. I was very happy to see you in about a year. Me and you were good friends, I remember we used to hang out. You did tell me once you wanted to play with little men, I thought that was cool. You said if you shrunk me you’d be playful and wouldn’t hurt me, I wonder if you opinion changed People always said you were a brat, but you seemed to be nice to me. I always said it was just when you got angry, you got mean. I never seemed to bother you like other people did, so I wasn’t too scared when you were holding me. Then remembering what you would do to other people I started talking.
“Monica. How have you been? You look good; I’ve seen your new movie, good job. What are you going to do with me?”
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