“Is Lyle a friend?” Dad asked suspiciously. Why was it I could hang out behind the public library, smoke a cigarette and get away with it but when I mentioned riding in a car with a guy I got the ninth degree? It just didn’t compute for me.
“Lyle’s someone in group, Dad. We haven’t added each other on Facebook—”
Saying that someone is friends with you on Facebook just doesn't mean the same thing or sound the same as someone being in your top 8 (and later top whatever number) on Myspace. I mean, I don't believe in rating your friends but on some shallow level it meant something. I don't miss Myspace at all, I've even tried to delete it several times, but I'll give it this; it added something to our sociological-friendship-heirarchy thing.
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