I’m 66 and the friends I have left are the ones who saw me fall apart at least once and stayed — not because the falling apart was a test I designed, but because it turned out to be the only reliable way I ever found to discover who was actually there
You want to know something? At sixty-six, I can count my real friends on one hand. Not the guys I ...
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