But we all know that the definition of "normal" has shifted pretty significantly for them. Their grief lies just beneath the surface; which is why we're here: not to make them "normal," whatever that means, now, but to be with them in whatever that means now.
Somebody tells a dirty story involving a less-than-well-endowed ex-boyfriend of an ex-roommate and hanging hotdogs around the apartment, and the apartment fills again with laughter, and someone brings out a cake.
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