And they talked in the car for far longer than they should have with the knowledge that they would part when the doors opened and each retired to her respective home, alone in the dark with no one to bounce ideas off of in the thoughtful night...

I love being with my second family, but it always makes me pine for my own... and then I realize I'm pining not for my family as it is now but the family I remember as a kid, when everyone was more alive and less sober.

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