We humans are flawed creatures. Our memories aren't always accessible. Even the most even-tempered of us can lose their cool. Real friends understand this and forgive. The pretenders are the ones who establish a pattern of selfishness. They only care about what you can do for them. In times of suffering ,as well as happiness, they are nowhere to be found. Today, on my birthday, I know who my real friends are.
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