On friendship.

Last evening I had a particular experience that reminded me that friendship is found in the smallest of actions.  A darling friend of mine had met me at the local watering hole to catch up and gauk at the flashy gazelles.  When the tenth hour came upon us I asked for a ride home, to which she happily obliged.  No, that is not the smallest of action…  It is this: after a jolly trip across the bridge the lass dropped me off, then waited for me to safely enter my apartment building before driving away.

Moral of the story?  A fare-well hug does not need to stop at an embrace.

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