I can't be more bothered about today's event.
Dexter and I continuously look out for these so-called friends despite knowing not one of them is going to show up.
They're all dolled up because of today and it breaks my heart to see them so sad.
I glance over at Dexter, begging him for ideas as we know better than they do that they won't be coming.
"..." He sighs rising from the pink mushroom bench and stretches his hands to each of them.
"Tell me, what would you two like to do today?" He asks.
Neo fondles his clothes, "but… if we start playing without them, they'll probably miss us," he says, completely unaware of the time that's passed by already, or perhaps they are aware deep within them that they aren't coming.
"Well, I'm pretty sure your friends have a big emergency so they can'
