The twins on the train. I love to tell Faith how I nursed her as a baby in that back seat. She hates it.
Eddie and I took the kids to the zoo. Three of 'em, anyway. That's what me and Eddie do on Fridays. We hang out. That's not weird. You're weird.
"You can't think how I depend on you, and when you're not there the color goes out of my life."
Virginia Woolf -- to her sister
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