Alright, here's my entry for guessing the meaning of the cryptic metaphor: you're sick of Andrew, Sarah, Julia, and myself so, you're looking for new, more appealing friends that you're surprised you can be friends with, like Clifford and the like. If I was able to successfully call that, I simultaneously win and lose!
Im not sick of you guys, its just that the things that we've been doing lately are becoming short lived and sometimes repetitive. They start losing their impact, i.e. Smash Bros, the pool, and general lack of plans that pan out well. I'd like for us (sarah, you, and me) to maybe mess around playing music, but doubt that will happen
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