want the first person I tell to be BJ. I don’t know why — I’m not staying for him. I’m not not staying for him though. I love him. More now than ever, I think, somehow. And I want to make this work. So when Rich offered me the job today, it felt like those crafty old Fates were at it again, weaving the tears in the tapestry of us back together. Please, God, let them be weaving us back together.
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