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Angry at a Corpse, Grateful for the Men Who Show Up, and Stirring Coffee With a Twizzler
Today I found myself mad at a dead man. Like, full-on “pacing the kitchen, muttering under my breath, sloshing my coffee around like it owed me money” mad. And the worst part? The man I’m mad at hasn’t been alive for years. What does that say about me? Probably that abandonment doesn’t magically resolve itself…
Crumbs and Chaos 