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The first hour was just talking . Not the small kind. The real kind. We jumped from childhood cartoons to existential dread to whether a hot dog is a sandwich (Gwen says yes, but only if you’re brave enough to admit it). A Day With Gwen -Skuddbutt-
Driving home, I couldn’t stop smiling. Not because anything extraordinary happened. But because Gwen reminded me of something easy to forget: [Insert date] By: [Your name/site] The first hour
As the sun went down, we ended up on a bench near the river. No phones. No pressure to fill the silence. Gwen sketched something in a small notebook (she wouldn’t show me – “it’s not ready yet”) while I watched the clouds turn orange. A Day With Gwen -Skuddbutt-