Craigslist Joe

What you did was brave because I wouldn’t rely on the kindness of people I know to keep me safe except for maybe family, but they’re obligated, so it’s not the same.

You’re a fortune cookie, splendid, Joe, pressing the elevator button yourself and sure, even at 4 o’clock in the morning, someone will pick you. They always picked.

My bank manager’s out for blood and freebies. And the people on the street domino me and I guess I should try what you did because I haven’t had a network since middle school and even they disowned me because I wouldn’t say who I fancied, out loud.

“Is it Kerry or John or George or Paul or Peter or Emma or Matt?”

It was none of them. And you found better friends on the internet.

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