Feeling: conflicted
Listening to: Vienna Teng - Recessional
Reading/Watching: Teaching with Love and Logic

So he's staying with a friend. Satan, to be specific.

It feels weird. Not good, not bad, just weird. The dogs are anxious; Allegra is parked at the door waiting for him.

This just keeps getting more confusing. It's what I said I wanted, it's what we said we needed, but. I no longer trust my instincts, since they twist me in opposite directions and I don't bend that way. I just have to shoot from the hip. This is what my hip said to do.

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