He approached me and asked me if I wanted to go.

I had books to read, TV to watch, and work to do.

I told him, “no”, thought about it a bit, then said, “yes”. It had been ages since I last went out with him.

I realised that even though I didn’t really want to go, as a friend I had go out with him once in a while.

In a friendship, sometimes sacrifices have to be made.

And besides, I felt this was a friendship worth keeping. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have cared two hoots about whether or not I said “no” one too many times.

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