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Sink Or Swim
I sat back on my bed, heart hammering. So that's what I was. A friend. You weren't my friend, Art. You were my lover. Friends make you laugh and support you and stop you feeling alone. They don't make you go to bed night after night curled up in misery. You're not my friend.
December 31, 2006
Yes (black/red mark on bottom edge of pages)