I wrote T an email and then deleted it without sending. I was hoping that work would distract me. Then one of T’s friends came in just before I got sent to lunch and now I am thinking of T all over again and feeling little. T’s friend doesn’t know me or my connection to T but he started talking to me as he came out of the men’s room. More and more I am seeing how much T’s world overlaps with mine.
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There’s been many a crooked path
that has landed me here
Tired, broken and wearing rags
Wild eyed with fear
-Blackmoores Night
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