She's closed the door to my room, thinking I must be sleeping to be laying to still upon my bed. Basking in the glow of my computer monitor. Heh. Nah, I've been sleeping for an hour or so, one that's felt as long as three, so I'll write ye here for a bit before migrating to the kitchen for a short winter of stroganoff and grape-flavoured soda.
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