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» longing I had a friend out to visit me last week. We had been lovers. When she arrived she told me that we had to be friends instead. It was a difficult week, but I still enjoyed her company, although it was fraught with longing. What I had not anticipated was the loneliness I feel now each night when I go home to my little apartment; the coldness of my bed. Now that I've had time to think about her visit and discuss it with my friends, I'm more confused than ever.
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