The week passes in much the same fashion as other weeks have. I get up. I feed Claude Monet. I get a ride to work—oh, wait. That’s changed completely, because I’m not using Carry to get to the office.
Dawson shows up every morning about eight-thirty, sits in my driveway until I come out, and then we drive to work together.
It’s a change I’m willing to liv…
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