The very definition of quiet personal horror: three AM, gotta have this paper finished by sunrise, I'm all cranked up on over caffeinated tea, I'm trying to be quiet so I don't wake up the boy (who wouldn't go home so I wouldn't have to feel guilty), and my heart is beating double time because a COCKROACH tried to crawl up my leg a little while
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