Turns out, every group has the Captain, Bee, Golden Retriever, and Fruit Fly.
My friendships exist in silos. Each hangout is a feverish one-on-one where we share fries and eye contact, confessions, rants, gossip, and mutual attempts at amateur therapy. This patchwork of ...
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