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Best Friend“I had a best friend once,”I said matter-of-factly, as I stared into the palm of my hand. You laughed my remarks off a sarcasm. So I waited for a silence so that I would have the thrill of breaking it. “I had a best friend once-- and he raped me.” There. You wanted to hear it. How can you break the silence now? I’ve taken away your weapons. Have I taken away your compassion, too? Tell me what good this knowledge does you now. Reminding me doesn’t help, and there’s nothing you can do to make the pain go away. As you sit there in silence, I wonder if there must be someone who can say what needs to be said to me. A best friend, maybe. But if only a best friend can help me now then I would prefer not to be helped. I don’t ever want to find a best friend again.
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