Men, she thought, were one of the world’s few sure comforts, like a fire on a cold October night, like cocoa, like broken-in-slippers. Their clumsy affections, their bristly faces, and their willingness to do what needed to be done – cook an omelette, change lightbulbs, make with hugging – sometimes almost made being a woman fun.

Men, she thought, were one of the world’s few sure comforts, like a fire on a cold October night, like cocoa, like broken-in-slippers. Their clumsy affections, their bristly faces, and their willingness to do what needed to be done – cook an omelette, change lightbulbs, make with hugging – sometimes almost made being a woman fun.

– Joe Hill –

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