Our Week Without Anna (thus far), you ask?
It's been good. Very good. Far better than expected, actually. Oh, I miss my girl, don't get me wrong, but instead of the over-powering, howling, junkyard dog grief I anticipated feeling, I've really only been plagued with random soft pangs, gentle and manageable as the nips of a big-eyed pup.
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Pretty darn brave.
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