I rub my tired eyes and fight against the sleep that so desperately wants to come, listening as the wind howls past the window and shakes the eaves. It's frigid out tonight, the kind of cold that sinks into your bones and leaves behind a dull and restless aching, and even inside wrapped inside of blankets I can feel it seeping in. I try my best to
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Sometimes the "real world" doesn't make very much sense at all, does it?
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You and I make similar points. :)
Enjoyed this. :)
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