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“How’d I get here?” Malika asked. “Seriously. Am I that bad of a person? Is my judgment that off where I keep making the same stupid ass mistakes?” Kya squeezed her friend’s shoulder before handing her another tissue. “God, I’m thirty!” Malika cried. “Thirty! That’s grown ass woman territory and I’m no more mature now than I was when I was in high school. I can’t keep a job, keep a man. I kill off all my plants. Why can’t I get it together?”
“That’s not true and you know it,” her friend said. “You just got a new job and your man messed up, not you. Remember that. And you’ve had some of those plants for years. Give yourself a break.”
“Maybe all of these breakups mean something,” Keith chimed in. “Like, maybe you’re not supposed to be together.”
“But what about us always getting back together?” Malika sniffled. “Doesn’t that mean something?”
“Uh, yeah.” He nodded. “Codependency.”
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