Perhaps to some, it is an unlikely friendship, but to me it is one I treasure. Nothing pleases me more than the moments of conversation I spent with One Arm, who lives up the road a bit. Normally, we stop to talk while I'm running in the mornings but he, I or Tink never pass each other's houses without a tap of the horn and throwing up our hand.
The treasure of a friendship
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