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how do you gauge a friendship? is it longevity? the moments that they have been there to pick you up off the floor when you've fallen in mess you created yourself? i'm not sure... i think that maybe its how far your willing to go for the other person. real friends i suppose have the ability to treat you like shit, treat you like family i suppose, but when it counts they're there to take a deserved punch...

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