8:14 pm. flashes repeatidly on my dashboard. I take an extra minute in my car, mentally preparing for the next few hours. Visits with my best friend these days are no longer for pleasure; they’re all business. “What do you hear from your first born?” I worked to make sure that all the … Continue reading Stage 5?
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