You should read this and the rest of it because I'm not the only Cobham who can write and because we've all had days when a nip before noon was needed, sought and had:
"I push three singles toward the napkin holder. As I get up to leave, it occurs to me that I was there to hear my own truth. I step out against the lunch rush into a new, unknown world."
One of us, indeed.
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The love is boundless. Thank you, Cousin.
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