I like to think she would. I like to imagine the two of us walking down the street and then seeing something falling from the sky. Then, upon realizing the falling object is a nuclear bomb, BFF Heather pushes me into the nearest subway station entrance and forces me onto a train. Next, for some unknown reason, she rushes back outside to face the bomb. What happens next I'm not too sure of (since I'm safely in a subway train speeding away from the falling nuclear warhead).
It is then that I realize that not even a bomb of nuclearic proportions can rip apart our BFFness.
-One story, two perspectives...
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