Anna is an enigma. Our forest of distance has roots that extend beyond the awkwardness felt regarding her relationship with the man who is a complex part of my life. Today I hope to yank up a couple of trees.
We detour by an eclectic coffee shop while shopping for Donovanβs office decor. Before we order, I pull a twenty-dollar bill out of my wallet and place it on the counter. βOn me,β I insist.




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