Once upon a time, I lived with my roommate C in suburbian glory. Now my roommate is from West Texas and still at that time had a little leftover Jesus freak in him. He had a bible on his nightstand next to his bed. And in pride of place in the living room, an oval framed picture of the Last Supper
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I am telling myself it is OK. It is OK for me to mourn the end of my 20 year marriage. It is OK for me to mourn the loss of my knee and my running and my cycling and everything else for 6 months. It is OK to not be happy, for a little while
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