“Shapeshifters? Why are you reading about them? They’re not real,” my childhood friend, Joshua, scoffs.
“You know me. I’m always learning something new,” I reply, glancing at the book on my table.
Like how I had learned Joshua was sleeping with my wife. That was new.
“You learn about dumb stuff, man,” Joshua laughs, getting a beer from the fridge.
The bottle shatters to the floor when he turns around and faces himself.
“You could learn a thing or two, man. Like how to stay away from a friend's wife,” I seethe, lunging forward.
I never did get a reply.
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