Our tiny, least often gathering food group of awkward outcasts rejected from the huge food group that takes over the kitchen every night finally fought its way in to make an indian curry dish over rice with chopped vegetables, and we circled the table in the midst of chaos surrounding us, and felt perhaps a profound sense of discomfort mixed with appreciation to not be doing it alone any longer. In whom do I invest? Where should I spend my time? How do I fix this weird ache that rises and subsides depending on the situation and the day?
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