| Tired of her ex-boyfriends
desperately trying to get back with her, my girlfriend
arranged a support group for them. When she told
me she loved me very much, but only as a friend,
she gave me their number and I went along. We
meet every week. Sitting in a big circle, we try
to get over her by talking about other things.
It isn't easy. Every subject we try seems to return
to the warmth of her naked body beside us in the
morning, or the way she flicks her hair away from
her face as she smokes a cigarrette. |
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