Character: Alison

Somehow, while driving, I spoke about the fact that I have no close friends, and resorted to his favorite metaphor - the glass partition between me and the world, but she laughed.
- You like that, she said. - Boy, you complain of loneliness, and deep down consider themselves better than everyone. - I angrily silent, and she paused longer than necessary, he muttered: You are the best.
- That does not prevent me to remain alone.