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There were small things I didn’t understand. Anna laughed a little longer at Mark’s jokes. Mark looked at her a little too much. But I ignored it. I told myself, it means nothing. They are just friends. I trusted love. I trusted friendship. I trusted them. But one evening, something felt different. I saw a message on Anna’s phone. It was from Mark.