Then Lucky Came Back

I’m not even sure I want to talk about Lucky, but yes, the love dust brought him back.  Or, my triathlon and his sadness at not being there to support me and a conversation with his dad in which he was made to feel like an idiot for letting some third party (my dad) dictate the course of his life brought him back. It’s a messy situation, here’s the short…talksdatesdinnerssleepoversdogsvegasworkfamilypullingaway. Hmm, he got his own day in story-telling week, but yeah, I don’t really feel like talking about him right now.

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