She calls BC.
"Yo! What's up?" she says after she hears a hello on the line.
"Sporty!" he says.
He calls her Sporty after Sporty Spice. It's been his nickname for her for many years now. Maybe it's because she loves volleyball. Or maybe because she loves to wear her Adidas tracksuit.
"You gotta help me out. I just talked to Andy, and I'm hungover as fuck and I'm desperate for some fun," she says.
"Oh yeah, Sporty. I got what you need."
"Great, I"ll shower and be over," she sighs with relief.
"Oh, and Sporty - bring some cds."
In a matter of an hour, she's at BC's door.
"Hey Sporty, check this out. I got a really cool Snoopy pen. It lights up when you write!" he says with excitement like a little boy who has just discovered how to burn an ant with a magnifying glass and the sun.
"Cool! Can I hang onto it for awhile?" she asks.
"Of course" he smiles.
The true test of friendship - sharing new gadgets with your friend and trusting them with it.
"Here you are, one for you, and one for me," BC says and hands her a little colorful piece of paper with a smiley face on it.
She takes it and puts it on her tongue. The journey has begun. In about an hour she'll be able to figure out the world.
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