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  • Remember that time? This is what she asks, not quite achieving the wistfulness necessary to the success of her probable performance, asking instead because she knows if I believe it it will make me happy. Sometimes it works. Other times she is genuine.

    Other times, neither are true.

    That's okay. I don't blame her.

    I do not think we are friends anymore. I say it not to be cruel or dramatic- simply that I think we no longer fit. Friend- noun- \ˈfrend\- one attached to another by affection or esteem. I don't say it to induce sadness or remorse- maybe sadness that there isn't sadness, but even this not really.

    For if anything is to be a sadness about this, it is the lack of surprise.
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