and walk-ups in decidedly bad neighborhoods

(omitting the part about my own little nighttime foray).

With some prodding, I talked about Dad,

his job, and (lack of) girlfriends;

I talked about his philosophy, somehow sadly yet

to ripen into something resembling maturity.

With a lot more prodding,

I talked about Adam aka Buddy

(omitting everything of use to anyone

interested in blackmail).

Considering his recent treachery,

it was easy enough not to gush

about his hot bod, wildcat eyes,

incredibly perfect lips, and intuitive hands.

And, mostly because everyone knew

it anyway, I talked about how, despite

his undying love, he had given us both

permission to date other people.

Leigh Knew

there was a

whole lot

more

to the story,

of course.

But I’d never

told her

secrets,

and trusted

completely

she would

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