“Mom I hate that my friend read my diary.”
How do you know she read your diary?
“She wrote in it!”
Oh. Yeah, that must hurt.
“I told her not to read my diary and she did it anyway. I’m like Caesar.”
How so?
I was betrayed.
How was Caesar betrayed?
“Well he THOUGHT they were his friends until they STABBED him to death.” (Geesh my idiot mother.)