That late afternoon, we were confused about Chelsea wanting to do "bread" as she held up her cup of sparkling cider. After a few moments, it hit us that she wanted to do a toast, as we had done moments before.
We all laughed, even Lucy, even Chelsea.
While it's often the big moments that affect me, these smaller pools of memories are more unbearable
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