<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;"><strong>Chloe</strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Circe’s in the kitchen doing her usual food magic when I get home. My apartment is the center of our little three person world, centrally located and a bit better provisioned. Circe owns my kitchen and I throw in whatever she needs. They both have keys. Mikey knocks and I open the door for him. The usual buss on the cheek that we established as our greeting and goodbye after regaining our threesome after college threw a wrench into what had been 14 or more years together. Good to get back with my real friends.</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">  “Hey Mikey,! Oh good, you got the game.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">He gets situated while I put the game on the table.</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">  “She’s gone all holidinous again, just like every year. What’s with the book?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Circe makes her entrance from the kitchen and the kidding continues.</span></span><br/>