"Jackson and I have a lot in common," he told me. "That's why we're good friends."
I chuckled at how grown-up he sounded talking about having a lot in common with someone. "What do you and Jackson have in common that makes you such good friends?" I asked.
"Well, we both have bunk beds. And we like chalk."
"That's good stuff. Anything else?"
"We have the same rug in our bedrooms."
It's the little things, really.
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