remember one time my friend Kevin and I were talking on the phone. He’s super-wise, a tech executive with a deep heart for people on the margins of his community. Somebody I consider a close, brotherlike friend. As we were getting off the phone, he said, “I love you.” And I was like, Uh . . . nope. No. To me, that L-word was reserved for my dog, my wife, and my kids . . . and occasionally my parents if one of them said it first. And Dorito tacos. And Gibson guitars. I was most certainly not down with one of my friends telling me he loved me. Now fast-forward 10 years, and rarely do my friends
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