I met M. at the barbecue place because it’s the last place we met for lunch and I usually like to just do again what we did last time. I’m six years old. But also not, because here I am having lunch with M., who I think is about to be announced as in charge, talking about plans for next steps and what comes after. So much more life to live, which is a great good thing. As is the brisket.

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