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No Joke

Sun, 5 Nov 2023, 09:31 PM (-06:00) Creative Commons License

I sat on the floor with Hagan and Miles. We rolled balls. We played with puzzles. Hagan did the talking. There was much of it. Miles did the staring, unsure of this stranger but intrigued perhaps by the faces and sounds I made. 

When it was time to go, I leaned over to stand up and groaned with the unfolding and straightening that came with slowly realigning vertically. Stiff muscles. Sore back. Old man complaints. 

Rachel laughed. I think she thought the groans were a joke.

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