A few weekends ago, I had the extreme displeasure of helping two of my best friends put the city behind them. It was a lousy day for a move, endlessly drizzling rain, and I was burnt from balancing the mag with my nine to five. But I was also grateful for the exhaustion–as a kind of emotional numbing agent, that is. Making friends in Denver is hard. Kee…
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