I was going to post this last night, but after I got out of work, I came home, worked out, and started crying. Poor Joe. He did everything right, though - listened to me bitch about my day, hugged me, let me sob into his shoulder, accepted "I don't knowwwwwwwwwwww" as an answer when he asked what was really wrong after I'd been crying for oh,
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