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I Volunteer My Sofa by Christine Applegate

    Hosting a visiting actor.   Tuesday Morning At nine, per his request, I set a cup of coffee on the side table. “Mind if I sit, or do you want to be alone?” “Please, do as you wish.” I sat in a chair across and to the side of him. It is my favorite morning spot. The bird feeders were busy; the sun was just right, and the coffee was fresh. He moved to sit. His chest and legs were bare. He had covers across his lap. WhatRead More