So, I am sitting at work, at almost one in the morning. My head is slightly light, rather loopy, and I am hungry but no food is to be had. oh wait,I'm going to go steal from the pantry. I feel like I have no life now. None. I don't get to see Mark except in passing, like as he rolls out of bed I roll into it. "hey honey, I miss you, oh, you're
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