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There is this cat that goes to the bar I hang out at and now work at. He's a nice enough guy. Kind of slow. As in he can't read very well and... yeah...
He and his wife just got a divorce and he doesn't have many good up-standing friends. Most left with his x-wife. He spends most of his time drinking and picking up bar-whores. He and I have become friends to a point. We've only humg out away from the bar maybe three times. Now I only call him a friend I don't really want because he isn't really my type of person. I don't really know what to do about it all. He is in a bad place in his life and the last thing I want to do is ditch him like everyone else has. I don't get it.
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