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STEVEN WEISSMAN

I was there for you when I barely knew you. I held your hand during panic attacks when you were freaking out about your breakup with your then-boyfriend. I was there when you broke up with your next boyfriend. I was there to scrub your apartment when it was infested with roaches. I’m here now taking care of you after surgery. I’ve been a really good friend. My complaint is not that you haven’t been a really good friend. It’s that you haven’t been my friend at all for years. You don’t answer e-mails. You don’t answer the phone, even when we arrange the call via texts beforehand. You don’t call. You don’t ask me how I am…