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“So he never asked you out? What an asshole,” Kyra said. The words storms out of her mouth like a tsunami: first because she was saying it in an angry tone and second because she was talking with food in her mouth. Kyra and I hardly saw each other over the summer break and we were catching up. I was glad she was concerned for me. “I’m glad you’re concerned for me,” I started with an obvious ‘but’ coming on, “but maybe I didn’t know him as well as I thought I did.” For a split second I could see sincere sympathy on her face. It went away and she went back to the comfort of being a generi