My friends and I, the five of us, communicate most often by group e-mail. We are scattered geographically and are physically in the same spot only once or, at best, twice a year. Those e-mails, the ones that are written in a unique vernacular developed over years, keep us close, remind us of who we are and where we’ve been.
Crabs and chains and coming undone
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