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Life in Portland is dark and wet. December is depressing as fuck, except that at some point every day, I leave you and Bobbie and Wiggy for a few hours and when we are reunited, we meet on the street and Bobbie is so happy to see me she starts yanking on her leash, pulling you forward, and I run up to her and hug her and kiss her and then I look up and you’re just as excited to see me as she is and that is the best feeling I’ve ever felt in my life.