You Only Like Me For My Sweets!

Just before I left the library, I had to let the security guy check my bag, which they have to do. He asked me if I had any sweets.

"You're just like R who used to work here," I said. "He was always asking me for sweets."

Before I left the building I went to the toilet and then spent about 5 minutes chatting to another librarian. At the reception area, I saw R, the former security guard.

"I can't believe you're here!" I said. "I was just telling J that you used to search my bag for sweets, and here you are!"

"Have you got any sweets then?" he said.

"No! You only like me for my sweets!" I said and he chuckled.

Wow, that didn't take long for my thoughts about my friend to manifest!

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