....good Lord. I. Yes. That preference makes perfect sense.
(Many of my online friends now come to my house for holidays, where my mother feeds them and fusses over them just like she did my best friend at age ten who lived down the street. I just inevitably have that one moment of oh-dear-God panic the first time meeting someone.)
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(Many of my online friends now come to my house for holidays, where my mother feeds them and fusses over them just like she did my best friend at age ten who lived down the street. I just inevitably have that one moment of oh-dear-God panic the first time meeting someone.)