If there had never been a full break between us, then the night that strained our friendship closest to its breaking point, the one that propelled us farther away from each other than ever before, happened when I was twenty-three, on a visit to Lex and Jim’s Brooklyn loft, after I’d broken up with my … Continue reading Memoir: Section XXV
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