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In my defense, I began the night as only fifth wheel.

And there’s a difference between being the sole single person of eight and being seventh wheel:
                     the former is reality; the latter is societal ranking.

            And we’ve all met those couples constantly intertwined,
                                            incapable of using the pronoun “I.” 

            
               And my friends aren’t those couples (thankfully). 
               And I used to think: if my friends didn’t consider me the tag-along,
                       I wouldn’t feel like one. 
    And I was wrong.
    I hate to admit it, but it’s about which I choose to accept: singleness as a reality or as a ranking.

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