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let me know? I mean we revealed our deepest secrets to each other. How could you have denied me this one?
    All those times you sat across the table from me and helped me patch up yet another relationship with someone you didn’t approve of. That’s pretty present in your journal. You didn’t approve of hardly any of the men I dated. Yet you never said a damn thing. You let me date them, and you let them hurt me because you didn’t have the guts to tell me how you really felt. Listen to this one:
     
    April 4 th : She’s still going out with Paul. I hate this guy. He is so wrong for her, and I wish I could tell her. He’s probably got a hundred girlfriends on the side, and I’ve tried to point that out without sounding like I’m jealous or something, but I don’t think she’s ever listened to anything I’ve said about him. He’s going to hurt her, and I can’t do anything about it. I don’t even know how to warn her. I hate this so much.
     
    He did hurt me. He did have other girlfriends. Perhaps I wasn’t really listening to you. I guess I do that a lot. Could you have been telling me a lot of this stuff in the past, but I just never let it register?
    Is it possible you professed your love to me, and I just didn’t hear it?
     
    Well, the fact of the matter is: I realize now that I, too, have been in love with you, dirty socks and all. Whenever I introduced you to one of my girlfriends, hoping it would stick this one time, I secretly hoped it would fail because that way I would never lose you, that you would continue to be mine. I used to feel so guilty about this, but I didn’t care. I liked the idea that you would continue to have dinner with me, and I knew that once there was another woman in your life, you would give her that attention you gave me and push me aside, much as I used to do to you whenever there was a man involved in my life. And I so didn’t want that to happen.
    I guess I never realized how alone you really were. I always figured you had a girlfriend tucked away somewhere, or friends who would come to your aid when the situation demanded it. That’s why I’m still shocked that I’m the one going through your dirty socks and your diary…or journal.
    I never realized I was your only friend…the one you considered your…next of kin, even though we weren’t related. When they came to me to ask me to identify your body and to become executor of your estate, I kept thinking this was all a really bad joke. I never even realized I was all you had.
    I’m giving everything you have to charity. I figure that’s what you’d want me to do anyway. But I’m keeping this: your diary.
    I can’t even tell you what I’d give for the chance to tell you I always loved you back. I just never knew it.
     
    THE END

ANNE’S PLACE
     
    Her name was Anne.  She worked all day in this nowhere job, doing nowhere things for nowhere people, and as usual, she came home to her nowhere life.
    Her place was an old Victorian, probably a little older than it should have been due to a landlord who preferred the “don’t ask; don’t tell” procedure of managing rental properties.  His list of neglected properties of was evidence of that, but unfortunately, not enough evidence to submit to anyone’s attention. He knew just what he had to do, and he did that minimum, but, of course, he never believed that made him a bad guy; no, it just made him a businessman, and a good one at that. However, such name-bestowing mattered little to Anne; she was happy enough to have a place of her own in San Francisco on the little income that she did receive.
    It was on this particular evening that she came home and realized something wasn’t right.  She tossed her keys onto the kitchen table, walked to the sparse living room and grabbed the remote, but waited a second before switching it on.  Then, feeling a bit apprehensive this evening, but not sure why, she turned on the TV with the remote and stared at the screen as it