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37 The Woe That Is in Friendship In the sudden silence of his phone he knew that something was wrong, but not in general—with him, him. He was born with the knowledge of his own problems, but not the tools to solve them completely. They wanted to tell him, then didn’t, wisely— his friends of so many years—not that he blamed them. How awkward they must have felt in the smoke of the steak and chicken their last time over. How free they were that autumn to sit alone on their separate porches and stare at the trees. Watch the leaves fall to the ground like unmailed letters. Sail like clouds into the clean, ecstatic future. deNiord text-2.indd 37 11/10/10 10:40 AM ...

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