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The small act of watching a show with Wuff, his hands rubbing my feet, puts me in a very good place. My nihilism dies down a bit. My mouth doesn’t feel so full of dry wit and violent sarcasm. Even my physical pains ease up a bit, leaving me free to actually laugh and enjoy our time together. We’re watching Atlanta (excellent work, Mr. Glover) and I’m able to do so without being a nervous wreck. I’ve been a nervous wreck lately, we’ve all realized.