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Best left unsaid, doors left open, hearts left broken...
I'm wavering. I've shut down the second draft for the evening, knowing full-well that I probably won't get a phone call to go in to work tomorrow so I can do some more tapping and typing when I wake up and roll -- roll, I say -- out of bed. Onto the floor. In my underwear. Sleep-starved and still dream-processing. But I can start writing right away. |
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