My boys
A love letter to my housemates:
To Bryan, who went and got us curries from the Fitz last night. I was editing, and had no plan for dinner.
To Luke, who cleaned all the spiderwebs off my window and hunted for beasties. I was alarmed, and had no plan that didn’t involve hyperventaliting.
Now if I could just convince them to use soap when they washed dishes.
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