she picks me up from work to get boba tea where we discuss all the feelings in utter safety and when she drops me off again we say “I love you.” I am astounded once again by the succor of the quotidian: any every thing shared is precious, priceless. as our lonely society beckons without warmth, disappoints without fail. as the brutality threatens to callous all hands. let us hold each other’s. let us drink tea

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