In as much as my fantasies about Karen have been effectively squashed by her, and bled out of me through her indifference, I find there is not much to say about her anymore. I like her, and we sometimes still eat lunch together, but since there is no longer even the slimmest of strands of hope that we could ever be real friends, like going out to movies, nightclubs, for a drink, or a drive, or ever have a meaningful relationship of any kind, there isn’t much point, as it seems to me. I’ll always consider her a friend, and never forget her. She is different, and I’m oddly fond of her, but such is life.
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