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If I'm going to start this off right, I'll have to start with Monday, June 13, 1983. My friend, Katrina, had been going on and on for weeks about how I should get out more, so I agreed to go to the library with her. I actually went to the library frequently, but it was the smaller one that was closer to my house. She wanted me to go to the big one, where I would come into contact with more than two people.

She didn't tell me that we were going with Sam. She knew that I wouldn't want to go if Sam was coming, so she just excluded that *small* piece of information. So, you can imagine my surprise when I had to get in the backseat, because Sam was sitting in the front.

"Hey Frank!" Kat said enthusiastically, as I settled into my seat, "How are you?"

"I'm fine," I mutter, directing my attention to the passenger seat, "Hello Sam".

"Hello."

Sam looked super confused and hurt, so I'm willing to guess that Kat didn't tell her that I was coming either. It only took Kat 38 seconds of uncomfortable silence to realize there was a problem.

"They're having an art thing in the teen section today and I thought it might be interesting to go to," she says absently as she began to drive.

Neither of us responded. At this point, I hope Kat was feeling at least a little remorse. If she was , she was doing a great job of hiding it.

Meanwhile, my heart felt like it was about to explode and my head was pounding. I tried to focus on breathing

We were half way there before everything went to shit. Then Kat mentioned that one of her friends was going through a break up. I stayed very quiet, which is something I'm proud of, because I really wanted to scream at her. I felt like I was going to cry.

Then she looked at me through her rear view mirror and said; "Yeah, it really reminds me of what happened with you guys." I almost slapped her. Instead I asked her to stop the car. I got out and started walking in the direction we had come from.

As I looked back I saw Sam say something to Kat and then look back at me. I felt tears come to my eyes and I continued walking.

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