I had dinner with Ava today. She was very quiet and not at all like she normally is when we have dinner together. When I asked her if she was okay, she said she was, but I wasn’t. She said she could see the sadness on me like a coat. How’d my girl get so grown up? It’s only been – holy shit – almost two months since Jen –
Since Jen went away.
Fuck, I can’t let this affect my baby girl. Maybe Dr. Santa can help with that.
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