He was gone and now he's back.
Now what?
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. My first lover, my only 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.
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