We sat at the table and laughed and laughed, so hard, like life (and our place in it) was the funniest joke in the world. Free merriment, no reservations. She pulled her hoodie up over her cheeks and splayed her fingers out from her face, grinning as he gestured with his iPad, as I walked to the stove and laughed back at them both, content.
The house was lit and cozy, the screen open so the cool air poured in, carrying rain and sirens and fresh basil with it. I stirred soup while Alex played Christmas music and Steph made nachos, and I thought, Hey. Hey. I like this.
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Aww, this is lovely. Thank you.
I need to hire you to ghost write sometime so I'm not so tremendously depressing.
Well done. :P
Thanks, friends. :)
How strange. I can count the times I've met both of you on one hand, together, and yet, I think we might be friends regardless.
Life blows my mind sometimes.
Have we even met? I'm not sure we have. I still feel like friends, though. You're too awesome not to be.
Janelle, we met once. I did a bit of research, when our blogs first intersected, and I remembered your face...but it was a very long time ago.
I met you randomly in the VM and tried too hard to be funny and left before I made a fool of myself.
Josh Inglish was there. His hair is too long now.
I hope we can be friends, too. :P
Oh, we are. :)
And I always thought Josh's hair was awesome. I suppose there is a point, however, when the length of the hair begins to exponentially affect, in a negative way, the greatness factor. It would be sad if such were the case.
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