Friends from home came by tonight—Shaun and his brother Ryan. Matt and I showed them the campus, stumbled upon baby raccoons and a naked party in the Castle, and tromped through the snow to show them Action Justice Louis Brandeis. A call at Usen went out just as they were leaving, somewhere between one and two in the morning. I walked them out to Shaun’s car, and swore aloud upon seeing AMR and Waltham Fire pulling in near H-lot. Shaun asked why I cared so much, and I said that I had developed an unfortunate emotional attachment to the EMS on campus.
Back at my room, I tell Matt that brief anecdote, and he looks at me and says, “Don’t.”
“Why?” I ask.
“EMS,” he says, looking me in the eyes, “Every marriage suffers.”
It’s these things that he says that I don’t necessarily want to hear.
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