The meeting is a dinner table with benches on opposite sides. These are many of the same conversations we had. Your uncle's art, your hike. In order to deal with you gone, I pretend like you never left.
You would have gotten seconds and maybe try for thirds of the fatty rib and those mashed potatoes, I watched her make them. Her at the bar throwing it together. It's fun to watch her cook.
Today I am grateful for a middle of the week with the end coming and so much awesomeness happening. Everybody calm down, please. You, keep walking.
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