The Bluestocking 2022-23

I nodded at Liz, and neither of us spoke. The silence above the water was comfortable. * This claim that I am otter-like has not stopped; Liz still sends me posts of otters. She probably smiles to herself when she does. Honestly, I think they’re more for her than for me, but I don’t mind.

I seriously doubt she knows anything about otters. No more than me, at least. As it stands, she has yet to find a real reason why I remind her of one. However, I see that otters bring her a certain kind of happiness. I hope I do as well.

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