Nicole has an ego-sphere, indeed.
One day, Nicole and I journeyed back in time to the age of 14.
While the sun was blaring outside on the broken city streets, far too scorching for the delicate alabaster of our pampered flesh, we jacked ourselves into a thrilling new world of virtual adventure and intrigue.
There we sealed our sincere and heartfelt bond of time-traveling, wanderlustful, snake-infested friendship.
Unfortunately my virus-ridden organism posed a dire threat to the future integrity and harmonious integration and equilibrium of Nicole's fragile and endangered ego-sphere.
This, along with my inexcusable yet all too predictable tardiness, served as a bitter drought of injustice to my new found comrade-in-egocentriccity seeing as how she had selflessly extended her precious and jewell-bedecked (but with no diamonds, mind you) ego-sphere to serve, however ephemerally, as my e-muse.

THE END (indeed).