old friends and the parties they throw

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maybe love is a way of inventing one another

from last summer, a rooftop downtown There is nothing to do about grief, so we make a lasagna and take it over to the old building. There is nothing to do about bad news so we text some people and then eight people in a room together is a party. We tell stories. There is nothing to do about anything. It’s Sunday; we are all trying to shut out the day, and trying to make it last forever. Death is very stupid, but there is food, and there is a party, and there are all the old stories. Here is the most important story as I know it: My dad is young, in his twenties, and has moved into a…

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