I miss having friends who, when you tell them about the creepy old man you met at a networking event who you think might sneak into your house and stand over your bed while you sleep, and admit that you looked up his address on whitepages.com and want to borrow their car so you can drive by his house undetected to see for yourself if he really is the psychopath you fear he may be, wouldn't ask questions and maybe even volunteer to drive so you can duck under the dashboard in order to hide your face as you pass by creepy man's house.
Yes, I miss those kind of friends.
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