My brilliant-ish friend

In the middle of a fight towards the end of my friendship with David (not his real name), a guy I had shared share-houses with, on and off, for a few years, said to me the most perverse thing.

He said, in a fury: It’s like you don’t even respect me!

David’s girlfriend, Anna (not her real name), whom he’d gotten with via me, had just told him that months …

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