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Dear the friend I told my phone died the day you moved apartments, it did not die, I was refreshing a snapshot tracker every four minutes for a token that hit zero six weeks later.
You asked for four hours on a Saturday, an extra pair of hands for the stairs, nothing dramatic. I told you about a call I could not miss and wallets I could not leave unattended, and every word of it was technically true, which somehow made it easier to say than a real no.
Your cousin carried the couch alone. You posted a photo afterward, not to guilt anyone, just an update, and I remember looking at it between checking a dashboard that eventually paid me forty one dollars for the whole afternoon.
I have opened three different messages to finally tell you the real reason and closed all three, because typing it out made the trade sound even smaller than it already was.
Writing this for a prompt on @RallyOnChain is the closest I have come to saying it out loud, even if you are not the one reading it first.
The couch still looks good in that photo. I check it more than I would like to admit.
If the person who bailed on you finally told you the real reason years later, would it even change anything?
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