![]() ![]() ![]() “So, tell me about these Swedish Black Hens who lay golden eggs or some shit.” Adorable and hilarious.” He cleared his throat. “I wish you could see your face right now. I’d not even considered that, but now that he’d said, it did rather seem like he was announcing he was looking for the final option. ![]() Gives me hope that maybe I’m not all done yet.” The smile morphed into something more cheerful and teasing, though it was the first one that seemed rather forced. He smiled, though somewhat sadly it seemed this time. Three different people for different stages of life.” And then, finally, a person for your golden years. Again, it’s more about divorce and straight people, but still. Another person to have a family with, and then grow apart. One person for their young adult lives, and they grow apart. ![]() “It’s this idea that each person has three people they’re supposed to spend their lives with. Maybe nothing, as Raymond kept right on going. Well, I’m glad something helped.” I had no idea what I was supposed to say. I think it really had more to do with divorce than death, but still….” It’s actually offered me a little comfort after Robert. “Well, I don’t really know what it’s really called, but that’s how I remember it. ![]()
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