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The problem with Mer and Ben is that they both loved me only when I was a naive girl with stars and sweet inexperience in my eyes, and a pure innocent willingness to drink in their every word of advice like it was scripture. As soon as I outgrew them, their kindness and generosity sharpened into jealousy.
yearning for our old friendship, and resentment, and jealousy, and of course, thrumming through everything else, there is guilt.
gone from an easy flow to an awkward friction where I found myself bracing for her to take offense at some innocuous remark, or for her to take a sudden blow at me.
novel Till Death Do Us Part.
