I had another one of those evenings with Wolverine - I call him that because he is a loner, a bit haunted but powerful and caring.
He came to me on a cold April evening when he needed a break from reality. He brought chocolate cookies. I watched TV and knitted an ugly scarf while he sat next to me, drinking cider. We talked about sick poodles and flatmates with OCD.
Then he went home.
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