Dear Thiago, why we aren’t friends

You called me once to be your comfort woman when you were ill. You do not call me for vacations, or to have fun with you, or to relax. I’m your comfort woman.

We aren’t friends because you treat me worse than you treat your friends. I have always treated you as much—even better.

That’s it.

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