Well. I'm sitting here, on the couch, an hour after work got out, and feeling like a jerk. I do wish I could say that it wasn't my fault, but... to be honest, it totally was. Sometimes, I get off of work late. Very late. Obviously. And on those nights, often Jon comes to meet me. You know, so no boogeymen will get me. And I do like that, because it
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