Can You Rebuild Your Life Yet Again?

Let me be your messy blueprint.

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We trade text messages. Mostly, they concern the state of our pets (the Rubenesque nature of my tabby cat and his newly-acquired terrier, Lily), the latest shows we’re watching (he’s seen all of Downton Abbey and wonders if I’m mad for it; I say, no, I prefer The Gilded Age), and the items we hock on the internet (clothes for me, crafts for him)…