Close Eyes, Take Breath, Jump Off Cliff

I drive a pickup and were I closer, I’d show up and help you move, cook you a first night dinner in the new place. Instead, I look forward to photos of dogs being dogs, and you and David exploring the new place. Because sometimes you get what you ask for. Congratulations.

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