‘Twas the night before NaNoWriMo and all the humans in the house were sick. Not sure if this is allergies or an actual cold we’re passing back and forth. What hubby has now seems like what I had last week. I’ve been challenged to write a book on my observations regarding culture change, workplace dysfunction, [...]
I sat on the hood of my car and watched the lit window of Doug’s third floor apartment. It was past 2 a.m. The engine ticked as it cooled. From time to time, a shadow crossed the window. Each crossing was a sign to take a sip of tequila. Backfill the hole.
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