A day will come when we are driving with the windows down in some distant land, or sitting quietly on our familiar couch, and a calm will come over you. And you’ll realize that all the troubles in your past, all the people who made you put you armor on, piece by piece, are merely footnotes of a past life. And you’ll look down to see that the armor you’ve clung to so desperately for protection, was quietly replaced with the warm skin of a hand on your thigh, soft linens, and patches of dog hair.
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