These are the nights when the cold presses against the roof and the wood stove burns hot as Hades but is on its way to warm morning embers buried in the ash. These are the nights when we’re too exhausted to fall asleep, when we pick up two different children at two different Halloween parties at 10:30pm after closing the store at 7 and in the intervenin…
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