The sink is still clogged. My unthinking moment of foolishness has led to a longterm problem. I was already going through a wave of intensely missing my ex-boyfriend, and now I miss him even more because his best friend is a plumber. I wish I had thought to get his friend’s number at some point.
The house I live in is old and weird, and not a lot is up t…
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