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This Sunday afternoon was spent as it ought to be: among familiar breezes, sipping great coffee, next to best friends (with the Oxford Comma).

For a few hours, the future wasn’t coming to me; I was lazying towards it, aware of its presence, but unintimidated, convinced a little side-road detour might do me some good.

                                        And if they three had said let’s go I would have.
               

                                    It only took four months to forget what good company does, making you feel invincible, unworried, secure, so purely dependently independent. You got this.

I know; we both do.