When it Hits Home: A Shooting Next Door

Today when Adam left for work, we spent a long time in the doorway wrapped up in each other’s arms.  A long time.  An I-don’t-want-to-let-you-go amount of time. How fucking lucky am I that I still have him to hold onto, because some of my neighbors woke up without that gift. Some fathers today woke …

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