I miss my friend. Well, he's sort of my friend. We've talked once. By talk, I mean we sent one message each via the Internet.
My friend talks. We all do, but when he talks, it's recorded. It's funny and sad at times, but mostly funny. Sometimes he makes my other friend angry, but it's only pretend, much like our friendship.
Recently, my friend stopped talking. I don't really know why, but I do know I miss him. My other friend doesn't know what to do at the moment, apart from continuing with the talking. It's still good, but it's not the same without my other friend.
My friend loves Tim Tams, Australia and Justin Hamilton's story about a clown. This is why we are friends. I miss him very much.