"I'm confused."

"How's that?"

"I have a friend. She's young, but mature for her age."

"Yes?"

"I thought we were friends. I wonder."

"You have to be a little clearer here."

"Okay, so the thing is, she's a writer..."

"Yeah, and so are you."

"Let me finish. I always loved her work."

"Did you tell her?"

"Of course. We were friends. I always praise my friends."

"So, what's the problem?"

"She stopped writing and letting me see her stories."

"So? What's the problem?"

"She didn't stop writing. She's just not showing me."

"Oh...I see."

"So, are we still friends?"