IJournals: 38 (8/2)

I love friend SH. Really. I saw him in line for dinner, and he just held out his hands for a hug because he didn’t like how his Beethoven Sonata went at the recital. SH. Perfect people screw up, too.

Then, later, he saw friend ML and I. We both just raced to hug him and he ran away from friend ML and hugged me. It was the best thing ever. And his puppy dog face. Da’awww

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