LOOOOONG day. But I had a wonderful four hours having dinner with Marissa in the North End. Nothing that a little lobster ravioli and great companionship can’t fix.

But then I came home to Berlin. Who is in a panicked heap on the bedroom floor, face pressed between the bed and the wall, hiding from who knows what.

It seems to be my lot in life to believe in people, but I’m plumb tuckered out from it tonight. What do I need to do to show this precious creature living so precariously on the edge of a constant panic attack that I love her indubitably? That I’ll never leave her. That I’ll take care of her and keep all pitbulls away at all costs. Where’s that positive vibe that Cesar tells me I should have when dealing with her? Because she’s not smellin what I’m steppin in, y’all.

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