So my husband comes home from work and says, "I'm going to go up to visit Joe. He lives up the street across from the laundromat. He invited me over." He grabs a bite to eat and off he goes. I know Joe lives up the street. I went to his place last year about this time. It was the second-to-last time I ever talked to him. See how the universe taunts me. Very funny, God! My husband gets to be friends with Joe but I don't. I loved him but now I don't even get to see him.
Later: Don came home very very late, and very very stoned. They are both stoners. I hope they are happy together.
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