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John had seen this group of children gather around a boy his own age, calling him names and making fun of him. Indignant, John pushed his way through the small crowd. Terry was sitting on the ground, his arms wrapped around his knees, as if expecting a blow. None of the children had touched him, but experience had taught him at an early age to expect worse. To resist your tormentor, meant worse treatment, and to Terry, this theology applied to everything in life.

"Pick on someone your own size!" shouted John.

"We were just having some fun!" someone retorted.

"Have your fun somewhere else." John always had a look that could penetrate rock, and today was no exception. One by one, the children dispersed. John held out his hand to Terry,

"My name's John. What's yours?"

They have been close friends ever since - sharing everything from their love of God, to their fascination with computers. In fact, even though Terry had an apartment, he would spend most of his nights on John's couch. With this in mind, it is easy to see how Izumi's presence could be considered as an intrusion. However, the more he thought of Izumi, the happier he became for John, and the less sorry he felt for himself. With a sigh, he patiently waited for the honeymoon to end.

"A man that hath friends must show himself friendly:
and there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother."
~ Proverbs 18:24 ~

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