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People and Intimacy

Jade cut open my wrist last Thurs­day. I real­ized that the only peo­ple who asked me what hap­pened are those who know me real­ly well. The acquain­tances just sit and stare, not sure if they should ask: “Do I know him well enough? What if he real­ly is that depressed? What do I say?”

My good friends just come out and say it: “What the hell hap­pened to your wrist?” “Jade,” I answer. That seems to be enough expla­na­tion for them.