late-night coincidences: don’t ever think that you’ve been forgotten
it’s saturday night and the kids have been down for at least an hour already, maybe more. the house is especially quiet. jen is tidying up downstairs somewhere, while i pour the basket of laundry onto our bed and make myself useful. the monotony of towels folded end-over-end and socks turned in on themselves, after […]
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