Sometimes you live
here, and he lives
there. Enter
Facetime. Get it and use it. Sometimes you get to sit through a long call where you see more of the room then him, while he narrates a project he's working on with silly putty, or pennies, and sometimes you get to see him wear a spaghetti moustache during a thunderstorm, and tell him everything is going to be OK. It doesn't matter. You're with him and he's with you.
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