Monty was outside for the first time in a while today. Dad's scraped away some of the construction bits from the front yard, leaving a swath of dirt for Monty to root around in and grunt like a happy pig. And he did.
The Quiet Grief of Adult Friendship
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“Friendship, has always depended on a certain irrational generosity. A
willingness to waste time together magnificently. To listen to the same
anxiety for ...

Oh boy, 
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