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End of the Year
How stiff is that drink?
It’s a pretty stiff drink. A couple of fingers.
So why is it you need such a stiff drink?
It’s winter. It’s the end of the day. A friend I used to have just died.
That’s rough. What happened with you and your friend?
It’s complicated.
It always is. Were things made right in the end, though?
Maybe.
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Jan, so sorry to hear about your loss.
The drink — no matter how stiff — helps a little. But then it wears off. Enjoy the brief alcohol retreat. You’re in our thoughts today.
Hugs. I hope things get better.
I’m so sorry for your loss. It doesn’t help now, but I hope 2020 brings you all good things.
I’m sorry to read this, Jan…
I might need a double. Sorry for your loss. 😢
Come to think of it, pour me a drink too, lol.