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  • First long vacation back from college, I invite you, an old high school friend, to go skiing with my family. You are returning from half-way across the world, but so is your ego. Blond, blue-eyes, perfect smile, gorgeous. Everyone knows that, especially you. Once you've even said, it's easier talking to people when you're pretty.
    "What time should I come over?"
    "Nine-ish?"
    "Your family skis at nine?! That's so late! My family goes at like seven."
    "Come whenever then but we probably won't leave till nine. (It's not like you're paying for the ski ticket.)"
    The fuel was placed in my eyes.
    The door opened at seven-thirty, forcing me to wake up. Honestly, I don't remember our conversations. You have strong opinions that whatever you are learning (Econ major and bio minor? Oh gosh who gives a damn anymore) will make you so successful. Why econ and bio? Something about having a strong science background? Something about physics majors learning economics is easier than vice versa? Whatever. You're perfect. The steam is blowing out of my nostrils.
    We are up on the hill. Looking down.
    "Let's take a selfie."
    You send it to your friends from the other country. Ding. Oh, one of your new friends replied. What does it say?
    "You're friend is pretty!"
    Wait. Was that person talking about me? ME? Pretty? What about the clear skies that expose our deepest thoughts? The snow glistening with innocence and purity? The vast landscape that distracts our concentration?
    Pretty.
    "You should be happy!"
    I couldn't give a damn. Maybe that's all you care about. I don't know you. Maybe I do. Maybe I know you too well. We used to be friends because I used to be self-absorbed like you. I used to think superficially. But I don't want to be like that anymore. I'm sorry, you need to know this.

    "You can be condescending, you can be haughty, have people not told you that?"
    "No." Silence. Defeat.
    I burnt you with my words. Sorry, but it all went downhill after today.
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