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‘Couldn’t We Just Be Friends?’

One of the most subtly hurtful and quietly damning of all remarks, perhaps quietly and sweetly delivered on the doorstep at the end of a long evening, with the taxi still hovering somewhere just out of sight, is the suggestion that we should in the end probably remain ‘just good friends’. We know exactly what…
Two pictures are superimposed on each other. In the foreground is a picture of a woman standing on a beach. In the background is a picture of a little girl staring straight at us.

Nostalgia, Love and Desire: A Personal Narrative

I met Benjamin on a hot summer day in 20xx. I was still young, single, and blissfully unaware of the responsibilities ahead of me. Don’t get me wrong—I wasn’t just any young, single, middle class girl having fun. I had fought very hard to achieve that status itself. Let me rewind. It was the summer…
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