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[kudra]

I lead a pretty good life.

Last night I came home, bone tired, and sprawled out on the kitchen floor. Miles nuzzled me, Molly sat on my tummy while Gavin cracked my toes. We commenced our usual nonsensical, silly style of conversation while he made a simple dinner- spaghetti and meatballs. After we ate, he watched his latest disc of The Wire from

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[girloclock]

I'm really sorry to hear about your friend, Grace. :(

[kudra]

Thanks, Beth. I've been having nightmares about his death the past few nights. It's hard to know when or if I'll ever be able to make sense of it, but I still hope that somehow something good can come out of it.