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Yesterday, I had a relatively successful day

Butch took me to and from a relatively successful day at the eye Dr’s at Penn. I found Ciaran’s emergency medicine practice in Jersey. It’s nice to know he’s all right. I don’t begrudge him moving on, soitanly, and he’s always been this way:  obsessed with the new at the expense of the old.

So, I’m not surprised at all by this.

Disappointed, annoyed, and hurt now and then, sure; but surprised?

No.

I’m just glad he’s all right.

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