I'm still frayed and weary and cranky, but I suddenly suspect that I may be, in spite of the cynicism and meanness and pettiness, a basically happy person. That's a nice thing to realize at the advanced age of 33.
I think Skipper may be a happy person too, under her crankiness. She smiles a lot.
I think Skipper may be a happy person too, under her crankiness. She smiles a lot.
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