I knew about what he had done over the summer.
I knew he was addicted now.
I warned her not to get back with him.
I struggled to hold on to our friendship when she did.
I was the one that stayed the knife in her hand when she found out he had slept with someone else.
I found it easier to forgive her.
I still can't look at him.
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