Not ALL my friends are nice.
Margie, for example, has a cold, black heart like a dried up fig. She told us straight-out that she did NOT listen to all three voice messages from me and Tracy, the ones where we sang, no, serenaded her with the George Michael classic Careless Whispers. She hit delete as soon as she heard the fits of giggling and did NOT listen to our flawless harmonies through two verses and a chorus. What a hater.