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Now and then I think of Mani-the way we used to talk, the way I wasn’t afraid to put off my mask and just be me. True, at the end of our friendship I tended to turn a blind eye to his passive hostility-that’s how much I trusted him. I hope he’s happy. I hope I’ll trust someone again the way I trusted him. Unlikely though. But I’m pretty sure he’s happy. Oh well, one out of two isn’t bad.