The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Saturday, December 24, 2016

Nothing more to say

Christmas card signed "your friend" from not-a-friend. She wanted to be a mentor, and when I was 20, that didn't seem so bad, but even then I knew she wasn't a friend. Reacquainted decades later, she still bored, condescended to, me, but I made nice, until she pushed it.

Didn't respond actively, since that would have been unkind, merely ignored plethora of advice from oddball.

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