I pass street kids milling about with their fishing poles, unironically, all season long on my walk to work. I see the same handful of them coming into my apartment in the alley. I’ve never met them,[…]
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I pass street kids milling about with their fishing poles, unironically, all season long on my walk to work. I see the same handful of them coming into my apartment in the alley. I’ve never met them,[…]
On a rainy afternoon when you are standing in your galley kitchen with your new roommates, coworkers and friends (three in one), you can take the time to chat about pleasantries, or go over[…]