January nineteenth, two thousand and seventeen.

Me and Elijah caught up while we whipped up a pot of chill from just a few things to feed our friends – we were both weary, and we both accommodate so much our accommodations sometimes get in the way of productivity – It took us a matter of minutes to decide which pot to carry the chili to the meeting in, and we laughed so hard we cried, and it was holy.

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