I lay on the couch at around 8:30 and closed my eyes, listening to the chirpy noises of the birds and the cats outside playing on the porch, meowing at the door. I blink slowly. I am alone. And I can feel just how alone I am because there is no other human noises except my own. No other breathing. No arms around my waist. Nothing. Just the sound of
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Not true. I swear, sometimes I throw myself such a pityparty.
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