But then something different happened. While I was reminiscing about short walks around the halls of North 6 at MCV (Cletus the IV pole on one side and I on the other), I smiled. I didn't get upset. And then I realized that I was not upset, which usually undoes me. But it didn't.
I was able to happily remember little moments of peace, serenity, and joy in the midst of all the pain. That's a first.
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