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And there are others. People bring me food, drinks, hand-me-downs. They invite me out. They keep inviting me out. 

Remember, these people haven't known me that long. And they've mostly seen the worst of it. A few weeks of bombastic invincibility and then a crash? Come on. I'm the weird friend, the crying friend, the friend who keeps alluding to something bad without ever saying it outright. I've lost mutual friends, but there are others - the ones who never much liked my rapist in the first place - and they close ranks around me. 

This isn't a video game. We don't go out into the world defending each other with swords and magic. We have [smaller tools at our disposal][Kindness].