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 <p>I don&rsquo;t remember what I said. Perhaps a mumbled apology? I live a sometimes apology, after all. Perhaps I simply lay silent.</p>
 <p>I like to think that it was the latter. I like to think that we settled into an awkward silence, even while the rest of ourselves remained there in comfort, there beneath the covers while our two partners played around in the other room, in some noisier bed.</p>
 <p>That&rsquo;s what I mean by a simple knock. I don&rsquo;t know if we were under the covers. I don&rsquo;t know if there was noise in the other room. Perhaps Andrew was simply showering while JD was asleep — I think he was working first shift at the time, so perhaps indeed. I don&rsquo;t remember when this happened, though I do remember that it was this simple conversation that bumped its elbow against our friendship, sent it rocking back and forth, and eventually left it in pieces on our imagined tile.</p>
+<p>It was this knock that led to her blocking one of my accounts on AOL Instant Messenger (which should do well to date this story) and forgetting about it, then forgetting and accusing me of blocking her. It was this blocking episode that led to her silently dropping most all contact with me. It was my wedding to JD in the interim (which should date it further; sometime in May)</p>
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