TAPCOUCH

The couch had been passed from one friend to the next, its origin lost in a line of owners. We met on my birthday during a low point of both our existences. I had broken my back in a moment of fatigued stupidity and was incapable of walking very far, let alone using my beloved snowboard. The couch was about to be thrown out by Ms. Katie Young, no longer needed or wanted. I like to think we both were feeling lonely and useless. Perhaps the couch found me. Maybe fate, if there is such a thing, sent the couch into my life when I needed it most. While visiting Katie I noticed how easily she flung around this quaint little piece of furniture. I watched as she scooted and lifted and tossed it around the room, preparing to bring it out to the curb. An idea began to form, "Katie … do you think that will fit in my truck?"... "Let's see'" She lifted it, one handed, and threw it into the Chevy's bed. It sat perfectly inside. Little did I know this small moment would change the course of my next..

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