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I love Cashmere. She is my best friend after Victoria.

Funny how we met.

We was supposed to be enemies.

We got hired by a donut shop at around the same time but never actually worked together for a whole 3 months.

So for three months, we made friends with everyone in the place, charmingly making boys and girls fall in love with us. Truthly.

Bigail was REALLY popular and everyone loved her.

But.

Bigail kept hearing about this fuckin bitch, Cashmere.

They kept saying things like:

"She is so funny Bigail, you gonna love her!!!"

"Oh yeah she is super hot! When you finally meet her, Bigail, you will be SOOOOOOOO jealous of her ass!!!"

"Cashmere is the best! I love her! She is the funniest person in this place!....... Eh... Well... You know... You're funnier..."

"You two are going to get along so great!"

"She's so fuckin sexy..."

"I would love to hang out with you tonight Bigail but... Cashmere is bringing me to this cool club!"

"I would do anything for Cashmere. Anything."

So I hear stuffs like that, about my unseen enemy, I get really irritated.

Frustrated also maybe.

So one day I go to work.

I mean Bigail goes to work.

Ok I'll continue in First Person Mode. Easier for to tell a story.

So I get to work.

Shitty mood cause I was all out of weed. I smoked weed back then. Started smoking hash because of Cashmere actually.

So I'm in the back and I hear:

"Cashmere! More chocolate please!"

That's right. The bitch was there. Probably laying on the charm on MY co-workers.

And she's been hearing the same thing on her side:

"Bigail is just the most funniest girl in the entire!"

"Bigail is just the most beautiful girl in the entire!"

"Bigail is just the most perfectest girl in the entire!"

I wasn't there but I imagine that's what was being said. Probably.

So for the first few hours, her being a baker and me being in the front, we didn't talk at all and I tried to never go back there. I tried to dig some dirt on her but sadly, all my co-workers liked her a lot.

I got tired of the charades.

I got back there, in her little kitchen area, and confronted her.

I mean I told a very racist joke.

She laughed for like 3 minutes.

At the end, wiping her tears, she told me:

"You smoke weed, right!?"

So we went outside and smoked together.

We been best friends since then.

FIN

The morale of the story is for to do racist jokes. You will make friends.

***Bestfriendshipness does not beat Bestfriendshipforeverness. Victoria is still my BFF. Don't you dare think otherwise.***