friends of friends

For the most part, I barely knew their names, settling eventually on something to call them when trading observations with Silver. Less so did I know what linked each to each, who was bound to whom, what loves they shared and dared, affections, financial relationships, jobs, schools, friends of friends, roomies, cronies, henchmen, gang members, homies, droogies. Even years later, I couldn’t say with any kind of certainty how this fluid cast of bar rats meshed then or since, although I have guesses, and that’s really all I’ve ever had.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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