Out in the Cold
Content Warning: Discussing death. I’ve never been very good with death. I’ve never been very good at coping with grown-ass men crying either. So, when I plodded into the living room this morning to see Bear crying on the sofa because his friend had died, you can imagine the shit show. He cried. I cried. There was snot everywhere. I have the ugliest cry-face ever, but Bear’s cry-face is soul-destroying. It broke my heart. You could literally hear it crack, right down the middle. His friend died. Bear hadn’t…
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