They've decided to start speaking to me now. I've been in and out of their lives for a year so and, in their defense, I've never really put forth the effort either. 
 
"And so I'm suddenly more approachable?" I asked the hairiest of the group. "How does that happen?" 
 
"You're neither more nor less approachable," he explained. "We've just grown accustomed to the fact that you're here some days. That's all." 
 
He didn't realize that he'd just described nearly every relationship of my adult existence. 
 
I'm not about to tell him either. 
 
Not just yet.

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