MH and I were watching a DVD of James Taylor and Carole King, live at the Troubadour. The music was beautiful, and their friendship was evident and warm. So many powerful memories of my college years came gushing over me, and I could feel tears welling in my eyes.
MH reached over, touched a tear as it came out of my eye, and said, "I see the needles coming out of your head. Me too."
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