If you're reading this, I apologize in advance. Sorry, this is so long. There's a lot I've been

keeping on my shoulders for a long, long time. I trust all of you here. I have to share my story.

You don't have to believe me.

I'm sure most of you won't, but

I'm laying it all out here, so at least it won't go to my grave with this

horrible secret.

So I'll stop rambling now, and I'll lay it down for you. For a long time, me and my two

closest friends, Logan and Joel, we've had a ridiculous tradition. One of us had a birthday.

The birthday boy got pranked.

A little background on my friends.

Joel was always the skinny kid.

No matter how much junk he ate, he always seemed to be 10 pounds underweight.

He usually wore the same clothes, t-shirts, jeans.

If it was cold, he wore a hoodie.

If it was warm, he wore shorts.

He had shaggy blonde hair that usually fell over his face.

Couldn't grow facial hair if he tried.

And believe me, he tried.

Joel was naive, and dearingly so.

Logan was the outgoing person in our crew.

He was athletic, and at least a foot taller than the other two of us.

He had buzzed black hair and thick eyebrows.

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