You’re
with friends out late on a Friday or Saturday night at a 24-hour diner, or you’re
with family for the holidays or even a funeral, and you’re all taking turns
telling stories. Stories that start with “One time . . .” Stories everyone in
the group has experienced together and you’re remembering the incident fondly
together, laughing at what you all survived. Or they’re stories that teach you a
little something you didn’t know about a family member. Funny stories. Sad
stories. Silly stories. You have nowhere to go. Nothing to do. You don’t want it
to end. That’s everything to me. What’s everything to you?
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