Say Hello, Wave Goodbye
Liz and I stand on my front porch hugging and crying after Chris drives away. “That fucker,” I hear her say through sobs, “Oh fuck, I hate change.” Her roly-poly physique makes for a comforting hug and I can’t help but smile through my tears. Liz is one of the kindest people I have ever known, but she has the mouth of a sailor. Somehow it’s endearing, just like everything else about her. Liz is…
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