Kindness is like sunlight, said the platypus
Sherri and I eventually got back together. I don’t remember the specifics other than a lot of crying and the appearance of a little stuffed purple dragon on the hood of the Quincymobile. I’m a sucker for a kind gesture.
That’s actually at best false bravado and at worst an outright lie. I did her no favors by accepting her kind gesture. No, I thrive on the tiniest display of affection. Kindness is like sunlight to me, and without it I’m lost in absolute darkness. Self-doubt hovers in that bleak night like death, waiting for any opportunity to wrap me in its shroud.
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