Over Mosquito Cafe lunch, I argued with Matty about the guest list.
I can't cut people. Apparently I am cursed with too many friends. And I can't bear to cull down a list, move people to the "B" column, or even bear the thought that I might make a new friend between now and February and have to make room for them on the list.
THE. LIST.
I always wanted a child who was outgoing, who made friends easily, who reached out to others to help them, lend an ear, lend a hand, lend a juice box.
And guess what? I got him:
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