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Chester was at the bar, making his last orders. Julian sat alone with me. He was picking his nails and looking at the beer stained table. “Have you ever told him?”

My chest was gripped with fear. “Told him? Told him what?” Even though I knew damn well what he was talking about.

“What happened that night, at that party.”

“No.”

“Why?”

I thought long and hard. “I haven’t told him because he doesn’t need to know. It was a thing that happened. It shouldn’t have happened and the next morning, it may as well not have happened. I don’t see the point in mentioning it. It’s not like it happened again, is it?”

“I wish it had happened again. I still wish it would happen again.”

I didn’t know what to say; didn’t know how to react. “I’m sorry Julian but you need to forget about it. I have.”

Edited version

Chester was at the bar, leaving me with Julian, picking his nails on the beer stained table. “Have you ever told him?”

My chest tightened, but I knew what he was talking about. “Told him what?”

“What happened at that party.”

“No.”

“Why?”

I thought hard. “He doesn’t need to know.”

“I wish it would happen again.”

I didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry Julian but you need to forget about it. I have.”

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