This time of year, both Dev and I tend to feel a little unsettled. Out of sorts. Akin to waiting for the other shoe to drop, even though the first one is still in hand. We talk about those feelings, and we talk about why we have them. We talk a lot about his father. Last year, the conversations were shorter, harder, not much more than
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