Thank you.

It was late one night, at Via Tevere, I a fiftysomething feeling seventy, and you a firftysomething returning from your mom's surgery in Montreal, stopped to share your fortysomething youth and a meatball with me. I, a stroke survivor, could not even blurt out my name or to say thank you, for the meatballs and or making me feel fortysomething for an hour. Since then, I haven't seen you, which means I will have to wait another lifetime to say thank you.

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um

Nov 10, 2018 at 10:07am

this belongs in the "i seen you"s

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Chandra

Nov 10, 2018 at 2:24pm

That’s nice! I’m a 30 something that usto do that kindof thing in Alberta all the time. But in here in stuck up Vancouver it’s super hard!

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