It’s a story of two uncommon and very different friendships—hers for me and mine for her.
June 30, 2009 3:54 AM Subscribe
It’s a story of two uncommon and very different friendships—hers for me and mine for her. My friendship for her was all about the feeling I call warmth. Her life is not particularly interesting and she’s not much of a conversationalist, so ordinarily I wouldn’t have spent much time with her. But for some reason, I felt the most extraordinary warmth for her. She knew that, and in the end she tried to take advantage of it for financial gain.
This post was deleted for the following reason: this is pretty creepy-stalkery, while a great trainwreck but not a good idea for here. -- jessamyn
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