Big Nate by Lincoln Peirce for January 17, 1991
A Typical Day (continued) Every morning I meet Francis and we walk to the bus stop. Most of the time Francis is my best friend. He is sort of a weenie, but as best friends go, I guess I could do worse note: gap between front teeth Even if we weren't best friends, I would probably have to hang out with him anyway, because we are in all the same classes at school. Francis: Gee, Thanks for letting me read this! Nate:What are friends for?