E. is slowly, painfully discovering the fickleness of social relations and the volatility of female friendships. What else can I do but gently see her through the unavoidable pain and loneliness she will experience from now on?... Until the truth finally starts sinking in, and with it a strange, unexpected (even if solitary) freedom. And the truth is there are very few people you can call friends and with whom you can have any real intimacy in the end. The rest (i.e. the most) is dross.
She will survive through it, though, with only a few minor battle scars. I hope.
She will survive through it, though, with only a few minor battle scars. I hope.
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