#his place You was just sitting there a little bit cared for, watching him start to cook, he told you dwight had turned into an asshole and you were like ah that's too bad and with the click click click of the stove you imagined the soundtrack starting up, and then it did, and everything else got quiet but kept flowing, like the strong current of new water in an old familiar river, leading daylight towards the fascinating onrush of rich sweet loamy darkness, and you didn't catch the beginning of the phrase but the tail end of it slid under the table and over to you and over to your chair and the words your life so far heard were "...even the things you think you need from me..." And you were still trying to decide, should you take the dog, I mean there's no denying it's such a big responsibility, but he was such a good dog, big and calm and kind and not seemingly too inclined to wander off. This was the edge of the woods, and you wanted to live here, and be imperfect and laughable with these people, and for that moment, when the stovetop did its click click click, it seemed as if you really could, and you really did (061839050116)