“It’s her you like, isn’t it?” asked my mother. “No,” I answered, “She’s a good friend, easy to talk to; I enjoy the exchange.” And her reply: “That’s really all that matters.” It was almost like a slap in the face. This comment made me realize I was lying to myself. Once you despise the presence of the person you’re with, nothing else about them
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