I had a strange desire to see you again, old friend. For a moment today, I half forgot what you were. It was a reflex. I should go see—I began to think, and the thought reminded me that we were no longer friends, that you never really were my friend. You were always playing for the other side, two faced—my Janus, leading me from one epoch into another. I am now wise in the ways of villainy, or wiser at any rate. But how can I tell myself that? How can I convince myself you were a lie?
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Tale Told 