Conversations happen. Some behind closed doors and some behind doors, as open as doors that never close. In the past, we used to crave human interaction whereas now, we crave social media interaction and we don’t even stop to wonder where it all went wrong because we refuse to accept that it all went wrong. I could string letters together to make words and attempt to make those words into some semblance of sense but it probably wouldn’t work:
The pup leaves better comments than some people do.
I leaves more succinct comments than I leave. ^$%%%&( Bhv
Steve’s going to feel bad if he finds out his friend Larry was dying and the pup was trying to communicate this to Steve.
I think that would completely freak Steve out.