My dog had died. I was crying in the kitchen when, out of the blue, my boyfriend asked me, “Do you want to roll on the floor?” And you know, strangely I did. So we both got onto the grubby kitchen floor and just kinda rolled around and over each other. And I felt a million times better.
Postscript: There were some really amazing moments but we were both disasters and it didn’t last.
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