Sometimes
I get blindsided by a line. I expected some today; this was the first one. The last line in the next-to-last paragraph sent me out on the deck to cry. I would have rather that Eugene wasn't coming back from lunch at right that moment--I freaked him out and had to reassure him later that I was fine--but oh well.
Read this: LILEKS (James) The Bleat
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