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“friend” is a word whose sharp corners have been worn smooth by overuse.
“DBNQ,” Abby replied. It was their shorthand for “I love you.” Dearly But Not Queerly.
Where everyone was desperate to be an individual, but they all were terrified to stand out.
“The manufacturer calls it ‘Bartles and Jaymes wine cooler,’ but the Charleston County Police Department calls it ‘rape juice.’”
So you’d better have your ass covered or it’s going to be grass, and I’m going to be the lawn mower.”
There was no falling-out, no great tragedy, just a hundred thousand trivial moments they didn’t share, each one an inch of distance between them, and eventually those inches added up to miles.
