Gravel crushes under my boots as if scraping away the past. No matter what happens inside, I’m glad to be away from the shitshow that has been my life so far this year. I’m ready to be home.
Now to convince my wife to agree. Walking in looking like a condemned man won’t do. I don my rock star swagger and open the restaurant door.
Love, Ezra is almost complete.
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