Is he kidding?!
I just stood there, thinking of nothing but him laughing at the situation. And you know, he had nerve to text me later.
WHY?!
(Hadn't I put up with enough from that end?! Anymore dubious skeletons from my closet to erupt disguised as close personal friends and relatives of my new life?!)
It was like being naked in Times Square. Thank God his memory, last I remember anyway, wasn't too good, so even if he did make the correlation necessary he wouldn't care enough to make something of it. I'm okay with that. I'm okay not revisiting that chapter of my existence. We're good.
And I really do owe you something, you kept quiet. Whether out of lack of concern or complete disgust I'm not interested to know, but you did. And I'll do the same for you.
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