“I call out, but he doesn’t move. He continues to count, and that’s when I realize he isn’t here anymore. His mind is somewhere else. peering over his shoulder on my tiptoes, I manage to glance at what’s keeping his hands busy. He’s carving wood. Before I can get more details, I tap his shoulder.” … specials ops you say? I’m surprised this woman survives going to the grocery store.
— Dec 24, 2025 03:24AM
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