Got lots to be thankful for this year. My health, my job, my Hutch.

Yeah, my Hutch. We’re slowly crawlin’ toward each other. Little stuff. Holdin’ hands. Huggin’.

Huggy is givin’ us real significant looks, says real quiet-like that we look like we’re in love.

We pretend to be shocked, but yeah. We’re goin’ that way. We haven’t really talked about it, and we haven’t even kissed.

But we hate sleepin’ apart now. He’s got his side and I’ve got mine. Nothin’s happening.

Yet.

Man snores. Don’t bother me none. Means he’s there and that’s something to be thankful for.

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