Deprioritizing Friendship

Robert Quick

Where the -@!# did my muse go?

Writer, dreamer, knight, shackled by entertainment . . . and people.

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“Hey, you going on Friday?”

Darceline finished replying to the message on her phone and looked up. Christine had leaned in, hunching over the table between them. “What's going on on Friday?”

“A bunch of us are taking our dogs to the beach. The plan is to let them poop everywhere. Cindy is actually borrowing three of her neighbor's dogs and letting them eat a bunch of sausages to get ready.”

“What? why?” Darceline couldn't keep the disgust out of her voice.

“To stop neo-Nazis.”

Darceline blinked hard. “I feel compelled to ask how those are related.”

“Well, the white supremacists have a thing on Saturday, so we're heading over tomorrow and shitting all over the beach. It's a form of protest.”

“But you go to the beach all the time!"

“It's for the greater good!”

“I can't possibly see how.”

Christine stood up straight as if she'd been slapped. "You Nazi supporting bitch!"

"Wait, just because-"

"No, I'm not listening to a former friend support the status quo. If you're not with us, you're against us."


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ElshaHawk LoA

ElshaHawk LoA

Yeah, that's kinda how it feels over here sometimes, that one side uses the same logic of all or nothing that they feel is wrong in the other side.

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