There was a period of time wherein I would come home from work, or a party, or even lunch to find my best friend and roommate, Alan, crying. Tears weren’t shooting out of his eye sockets, but he was shiny. Nose runny. I’d walk by his room and there’d he’d be, sitting on the edge of his bed…
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