you are. You feel cornered, so you’re lashing out at your friends. Yes, we’ve all done things we regret. We all have our secrets. But these are your friends, goddamit! They care about you. Don’t say anything to them that you’re going to regret. Trust me… that will only make things worse.”

I looked between the three of them, stopping at Alan.

“You believe in souls, but you don’t believe me?” I asked, taking a last drag of my cigarette.

“Yes,” Alan sighed, “I don’t think what you’re describing is the soul, though. And I don’t think you really believe what you’re saying. You’re stressed out and looking for a way to-“

“Alan,” I interrupted, standing up from the couch, “I’m...

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