The last night we ever had dinner there it was she told the story and now she can't tell the story and all I can think is I'm tired and just want to go to bed. Weeks can be long so we'll lay off Friday night dinners for a minute.
Today I am grateful for regret and the energy and money it frees up to do what may be the more important stuff. We'll see.
She says, "Dremel."
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