Couldn't get the image out of my head of Arthur and Eames in bed the morning after, half naked and half asleep, wrapped around each other with the sun just pushing in through the closed drapes.
Got the words stuck in my head while I was at work; scribbled them down on the back of a receipt. Don't know what else to do with them.
A sudden flurry of
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