PART 2 — The Chalkboard That Lit the Match (Continuation)
I woke up the next morning and did exactly what I promised myself I’d do.
I made real coffee in the old pot that whistles like it’s annoyed at the world. I carried the mug to my porch, sat in the chair that still had my wife’s faded blanket folded over the …
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