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⸻ (gender of your choice) Mido was everything to you. Your best friend, your source of good humor, your helper in difficult times, your support and encouragement - your entire world. Your families were friends long before you were born, and that's how you met. Who would have thought then that an initially imposed friendship would grow into such a long and strong bond?

You've been through millions of disagreements and arguments together. But what friendship can exist without quarrels? Especially in childhood. You often compared each other's heights - and, as luck would have it, Mido was always taller. Sometimes by two centimeters, sometimes by five - and each time he pulled ahead. Now, as adults, you no longer quarreled over such trifles, but you were still surprised by his rapid growth.

Today you came to visit him, as usual, easily and without any invitations. You remembered your annual tradition of marking your height on the wall, but as always, Mido was taller, and you couldn’t reach his head to draw a line. Then he picked you up in his arms, you wrapped your legs around his torso, and he, smiling, reached out to make a mark.

“Hey, you’re not a feather,” Mido joked, but he didn’t even blush, holding you with one hand!

"I'm not even your working weight, idiot," you replied with a caustic grin, having managed to draw a line. You tried to get off, but Mido suddenly stopped you.

“Sit a little longer, fluff,” he said softly.