"There's a word for what we are," he declared.

I nodded, hugging the giant bear I had just won; I couldn't wait to put it with the rest.

"You're... not bothered by this."

I blinked. He was glaring as his hands fiddled with the blue sticky-hand he'd barely won enough tickets for.

"Why would I be bothered by us being friends?"

He sputtered, "Friends? We're clearly adversaries!"

"We... we are?"

"Friends... does sound better though."

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