“I’m really glad you found somebody,” Miles told me. “I know things got pretty rough for you after we broke up.” They had, indeed, got pretty rough after we broke up. Or to put it more accurately they’d got fucking hellish after he’d completely betrayed me. But no: calm, centred, rising above. If you looked in the dictionary under over it, you’d have found a picture of me. “Yeah, got to admit I was in a bad place for a few years.” “But,” Miles went on cheerfully, “it’s great to know we can be friends now.” Wait. What? The party was loud, but it felt like everything had come to a crashing halt.
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