A mugger approached me with a mask, held me at gun point, took my best, and ran away.
The mask was the disguise of an old friend.
The gun was her emotional need to be the center of attention.
My best was my philosophy.
Now I am left to relive the experience over and over.
I should be more careful in judging the motives of my "friends."
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