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The living room filled with sounds of friendship and comfort. It was a different night, a different November; everything was a little more familiar and lived in. Even though I couldn't vote, I no longer felt like a lonesome spectator. 

Some days I leave the house thinking a walk or a drive will give me all the answers; that a song will play as I turn into an unfamiliar neighborhood and lightning will strike-- here it is, it will say, take this and mold it into one good sentence.

Sometimes they listen too closely, and those are the moments I fear the most. Because I might say the wrong thing, the insensitive thing, the grown-up thing, the thing they might remember. Or worse: they might ask follow-up questions.