During all the coronavirus stuff, the one resthome resident who I joke with about being a party animal was telling me that staying in her room more was really starting to bother her, though she hadn't thought it would.
We talked about that some, and then when all the serious stuff was out of the way and you could turn things to levity, I was like, "See, I know you say that your only friend is the bottle, but you're actually a big softie, you need more people more than that."
"You got the right one!", she was like, rolling her eyes.
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