A Friend
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A familiar knock at the door.
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A hug of all hugs.
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A quick change into our pjs.
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We sink into the sofa.
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You have your side, I have mine.
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We drink gallons of water.
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“God I can’t handle alcohol like I used to be able to. I’m so thirsty.”
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Order takeout.
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Conversate while consuming carbs.
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No topic left unturned.
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We discuss grief while Netflix hums in the background.
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Debate bathroom options for my ex council house juxtaposed with “Selling Sunsets” real estate.
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We yawn constantly.
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Exhausted by the sh*t show that has been 2020.
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There are so many things we could be doing, yet we choose to do nothing.
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“Shall we watch one more episode?”
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We update on the recent plot twists of our lives.
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Joy, mundanity, love, anxiety, eBay purchases.
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We go to sleep before midnight.
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In the morning, after you have left, I find an envelope addressed to me.
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On the front it says “Thanks a bunch”.
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The words inside make me cry happy tears.
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Words by Rebecca Archer. Follow her on IG @wandering_in_heels
