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  • Well, said Larry as he plopped himself into the passenger seat of my little car, we always knew it was going to be something.

    We sat there, silent, as I supposed so many people had, in this parking space… sat. Quietly. Stunned.

    We’d entered a new place, an unfamiliar if anticipated space and time. It was going to take some getting used to.

    It’s true, odds were, we always knew it was going to be something. And it was probably going to be Larry first, given his seniority.

    I backed out of the parking space and maneuvered through the crowded lot.

    I didn’t mean to get you involved in this. Larry said. I mean, all I wanted was a ride.

    I stopped the car in the middle of the lot, not looking or caring if anyone nearby was trying to back out.

    What you just said, I said, is an insult to our relationship.

    I said it quietly, clearly, without a load of emotion. Just a fact. And a hurt.

    He nodded. You’re right. He said. I’m sorry.

    OK.

    I put the car in drive and we headed home.
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