I hate days like today, when the wounds are still raw.
I should think about the good things:
Morty's going to be a good dad. I've made the acquaintance of
Mister Rupert Gadling.
My liebling came back briefly.
Mari and El came to visit (though I didn't get to see them).
Good things.
Happy thoughts.
He'd hate that, which makes me want to do
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And it was good.
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