I playfully swatted his shoulder.
“Is Mark also joining us for dinner?”
“No.”
Daniel didn’t even pause to think before he replied.
I playfully swatted his shoulder.
Mark and Daniel had known each other since their twenties, but they weren’t close anymore.
Sometimes Mark showed up at barbecues. They called each other on their birthdays, and they borrowed each other’s tools.
Their friendship had become the kind built mostly on history.
I never thought much about it.
They weren’t close anymore.
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