Job’s Comforters

I used to write here all the time. Today, I had an awkward story that I wanted to get off my chest. I sent Jen a text about it, but she was at work. The story still remained, and I couldn’t move past it until I told someone. So I wrote it here.

It’s pretty obvious, when I think about it. I don’t write here as much because I just tell Jen all my dumb stories. I don’t have a need to publish it for the outside world, because I now have a closed-circuit outlet that works just as well.

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