Eventually, I followed you out the door and walked the streets we used to roam. Sometimes I listen and sometimes I learn; never knew you like that before. When I heard you howlin’—I didn’t know what it meant. This time I was listening—I figured it out as you left. So when you come back to me, have a list of all these things: things that you want, things that you can’t help, things that you need, things that have been in doubt.

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