Christmas is approaching, along with its onslaught of sentimentality. I have found myself thinking, in slightly maudlin fashion, about failed friendships. There is an expectation, isn’t there, that our friends will be similar to us? It makes sense, I suppose: we gravitate to those we can share things with. But the idea that our friends …
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