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Stiletto

Jerome sprawled across the couch, watching Scrape from the corners of his eyes. Scrape shook his head at his friend piteously. “You’ve got it bad, Jerry.”
Jerome cracked his knuckles before replying. “You think so? You think that after…everything she did…I have no business accepting her back?”
Scrape turned around angrily. “Damn right. She seriously messed you up; I can’t believe you’d even consider…She’s no good!”
“What do you know?” Jerome stood up, matching Scrape’s anger.
Scrape stepped back, willing himself not to respond. After all, what was there to say? How could he tell his best friend that everyday, he watched him grow smaller? More fragile? More…naïve?
“Never mind, Jerome. Do what you want. But, I want no part of it.” Defeated, Scrape threw his hands in the air.

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