I’m sitting at my desk, a mediocre cup of coldish coffee to my right emotional support pencil in my hand as I tip, tap, type away about nothing and everything at the same time.
The evergreens outside my window are judging me like the always do and I can hear the faint groan of my child waking up in the room next door. I will never not think she doesn’t s…
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