Seven 11

We were born at the same time, on the same day, in the same hospital, different rooms of course. He was named Seven; I was named Eleven; all coincidence. We were best-friends as kids—practically glued to one another. But then something happened within our parents’ friendship. Something that caused their relationship to end. Our friendship was collateral damage in that something.

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That was seven years ago. We were children. We’re adults now…