“I wasn’t always close to them—geographically, that is, thanks to their jobs at Sorrowsong—but they were always on the other end of a string. If I tugged it hard enough, they’d be there. If I tied a paper cup to each end, they’d be listening on the other side. When it felt like the world was crumbling, they’d stick it back together again with homemade apple pies and weekend camping trips.”
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— Feb 10, 2026 12:19PM
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