“Unearthing the Secrets: What the Ashes Reveal About Our Past and Future”
One day after class, while John was at work, I went over to Karen‘s apartment. It was only a block from mine, but hers was bright and cheerful. Sheer curtains covered the big windows and her thrift store furniture looked like family heirlooms. I decided to tell her the truth. I curled up on the couch while she went into the kitchen to make tea. My stomach churned. I took a breath. I needed to be brave. She was my friend, I reminded myself. I could do this. It didn’t occur to me that I’d only known her a few months. It didn’t occur to me that I didn’t actually know her that well. We had so much in common, was all I thought. She was my friend.
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