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  • In college, my best friend, Travis, and I would walk to class. One day on our walk, he shared with me the story of a squirrel that was missing his tail. He sometimes saw it around a certain bush but was worried because he hadn't seen it in awhile. Because it was missing its tail, we considered it a cross between a squirrel and a bunny and called it "squinny." One day in Intro to Microeconomics I drew him a picture of squinny behind a bush and wrote beside him, "Hi Travis, I'm still alive!" I tapped Travis on his shoulder and handed him the drawing. He burst out laughing and tears began streaming down our faces. It was so funny. We nearly had to leave class we were laughing so hard.

    Now, whenever I see squirrels, I think of him and all the laughs we got. Now and then, we use the term "squinny" for one other as a term of endearment.

    "How ya doin, squin?" He'll say.
    "I miss you squinny." I say.

    It's amazing what joy and what love can be shared over the simple things.
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