These are the things we beg for. A root canal, an I.R.S. audit, coffee
spilled on our clothes. When the really terrible things happen, we start
begging the god we don't believe in to bring back the little horrors,
and take away this. It seems quaint now, doesn't it? The flood in the
kitchen, the poison oak, the fight that leaves you shaking with rage.
Would it have helped if we could see what else was coming? Would we have
known that those were the best moments of our lives? -Meredith
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