sunshine penetrates through the blinds and attacks my swollen eyes. burning. eating me.morning has already arrived. my brain is still foggy from my slumber. random stimuli seethe into my consciousness. i realize the arm across my chest isn't my own. its gentle warmth radiates against my abdomen. coffee colored hair strewn across my shoulder, a face
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this kind of writing doesn't just magically come to somebody, its not just fluff, it's I'd-paid-to-have-somebody-write-about-me-this-way non-fluff. so nergh.
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