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"Please, Phil, let's just go," I beg.

But he won't have it. He grabs my arm and pulls up my sleeve, staring at the cuts in horror. 

"Oh, Dan, I'm so sorry," Phil says with tears in his eyes. 

"You have nothing to be sorry about. This has nothing to do with you."

I suddenly feel desperate. I can't let him think this is his fault.

"If I'd been a better friend before than I would've known what was going on. I can't believe I was so oblivious...."

"Please, this is not your fault!"

"But I know you've been throwing up in the bathroom after lunch and I didn't have the guts to confront you and now you're cutting again? I'm such an awful person."

At this point we both have tears streaming down our faces. 

"Phil, stop blaming yourself. I'm the one who did it. If you're gonna blame anyone it should be me!"

"No! Shut up, Dan! It's my fault for letting you do this to yourself, it's my fault for not being good enough!" 

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