Bill got a final warning letter demanding he make friends. A three friend quota was required and he was remiss. The authorities were concerned about the populace focusing on tablets. Businesses were empty. So were parks and streets. Bill's neighbor, Joe, a writer, also got the letter. They decided to be each other's friend, meaning they only needed two more.
The barber, mailman, street cleaners, crossing guard all turned them down. So did Mr. Mann, their old gym teacher.
There was a theater group in town. Actors could pretend to be their friend.
A woman answered the door at the theater. Looked them up and down. Will you be our friend, they asked. She smiled and invited them in.
I'll be your friend if you'll do something for me.
What would that be, they asked.
Come inside and I'll tell you. They hesitated and shrugged. Bad mistake.
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