It's been a long few months of knuckle dragging d-bags partying and puking on the back patio, skewing the love/hate feeling in the 'hate' direction.
Walking home from some garage maintenance broom in hand, I see a random with a push broom sweeping dirt dust and crust from the street.
My intention had been to sweep up the pile of glass, ever present but larger than usual, and call it a day.
I dropped off my bucket of tools, grabbed my broom, and headed out to sweep up half our block with a newly known neighbor.
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