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 <p>&ldquo;Why bother hiding it? I watch those artists, too,&rdquo; she said.</p>
 <p>&ldquo;It felt personal.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;What, appropriating the experiences of very real people? Pretending to be what you aren&rsquo;t just to get your kicks?&rdquo;</p>
-<p>I don&rsquo;t remember what I said. Perhaps a mumbled apology? I live a sometimes apology, after all.</p>
+<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>
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