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A Rare Evening All To Myself

I honestly don’t remember the last time I spent 12 hours alone. Surely it was before the pandemic began. But that was what I had on my first night here. Dan was at his “Hawaii Hale” packing and savoring his last night with his friends. So, I had over 12 hours with no one to talk to, nothing to put away or clean up, no dogs wanting food or attention or both, not even a house to clean or organize.

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